motion April 28, 2009
Posted by jennyjumps in Uncategorized.Tags: fiction
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She arrived home around 2:30am, unsure of how to feel. The weather was warm and reminded her of happier times. Her arms were smooth and cold from the darkness after an unusually sunny day.
It occurred to her that things were moving in a positive direction, albeit slowly. And she had the occassion to think that maybe they really weren’t moving at all. This was a good thing; a surprising twist in a story which seemed to have no end.
Aspirations spiralled out of her mind. In every direction thoughts spun round the darkness impeding her focus. “Why aren’t things being done?” She wondered.
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