Meddle, no I wouldn’t say meddled! Condescending, yes – she’s been that, but she has never meddled.
The past; yours and mine, are mere memories of journeys complete. As each day closes, that chapter is done, the story is told.
‘Keep quiet,’ she said to herself. Her mind racing in a thousand different directions, she knew she couldn’t keep this bottled up.
It was the beginning. Maybe of time, maybe of all things, maybe just of me! It was beautiful, magical, and serene. Although I could see, hear and smell everything, and be everything – nothing was there.
She was a consummate professional, the skill with which she could organise a client’s pantry, edit their wardrobe and clear their garage was impressive. Her client list the envy of her competitors.
Daily Prompt: Maddening I know I have to do it, but I just can’t seem to gather the energy needed to face the maddening crowd of Christmas shoppers out there this year, all bustling and jolly. Just thinking about walking into another festively decorated shopping centre, Christmas carols playing, shop assistants smiling, makes me want…
Daily Prompt: Dilemma ‘Why?’ She asked herself, as she hit her closed fist against her forehead one or two times more than was necessary, at the quandary she had found herself in. Why would he ask that, now, here? Couldn’t he see how ridiculous it was? She could have said yes! Not embarrassed him in front…