Post 1547. Tuesday June 12
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Not everybody sees her. I do, often. Up there, in that window. When I look into her eyes, she gazes into mine. She reads my thoughts, knows my mood, understands me. Sometimes there is a hint of a smile, sometimes a sorrowful demeanour. Often she cheers me, encourages me; helps me. She laughs with me, sheds a tear with me. I think I cheer her too, I hope so.
Who she is, or who she once was I know not. Why some can see her and others not, is a mystery. I don’t imagine her. I don’t. We are soulmates. We need each other.
There she is again. Up there, in that window. Up there. Do you see her?
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