Week #1 ’18

There is nothing left. The “explosion” took everything. I have no food, no money, no home, no clothes, nothing. I don’t even have a family anymore. I don’t even have the truth. As I walk the streets, looking for shelter for the night, I am constantly wondering whether the world in front of me is a reality or simply an illusion that my mind has conjured up to console my fragile state of being. That “explosion” wasn’t an explosion. That “explosion” was the freedom of a terrible reality. So, what lies ahead of me? Pain? Devastation? No. There’s absolutely nothing.

9 thoughts on “Week #1 ’18”

  1. Hi Emma
    Thank you for sharing your writing with us. I really like the image you have created in my mind with this devastating time. You use of repetition is excellent and I loved this phrase: conjured up to console my fragile state of being. Do you think your character is totally alone?
    Ms McKenzie 100WC NZ

    1. Thank you so much!!! And, yes, I do believe that my character is totally alone. That is the realization I want the reader to come across.😊😊

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