Back on track and into the land of the living. So here’s this weeks attempt for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word piece of fiction for the weekly changing photo prompt. It’s a pain free addiction.
I broke my journey today. Just on a whim, simply because the sun was shining. I walked through the streets, here and there. A passage of moments, here and there.
I knew the place, or I thought I did. But maybe I didn’t know it all. Maybe I recognised it from a film or a photograph in a book. Is that what I fear?
A fear that beneath the recognition, beneath the stones and mortar and the familiar scented breeze, that there is really just a hollowness. An emptiness disguised.
I thought I knew the place. Perhaps I’ll know it now.
helen midgley 
Beautiful as always.
Wonderful merge of feelings
Just like poetry. 🙂
A deliciously moody piece, well done.
Portrait of paranoia.
Good piece.
Very thoughtful and beautiful. I think that fear of hollowness underneath the seemingly familiar resonates with many of us. But maybe she can get reaquainted, properly this time.
A very thoughtful piece, quite intriguing.
I think without memories a place can seem hollow. I hope it can begin to have meaning.
Dear Helen,
Evocative piece. Nicely penned.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Your narrator sounds quite lonely and depressed. Nice piece.
They say you can’t go home. Very sad, and yet with a tinge of hope. Well done.
Ooh. Introspective. I think he or she could benefit from some optimism.
What a familiar feeling you stir with this story. Nice. And sad. And hopeful.
There is an intriguing mix of despair and hope in this piece. The main character’s fear – that underneath everything lies nothing – is chillling.
Layered with emotions, introspective and beautiful.
How often have I thought “this looks familiar” when traveling to an altogether new place. I guess I am not alone.
MG