This floating in air routine that I do, helps me to reach an untroubled state that is free from other disturbances. Up here in my attic, there is a place where the laws of natural gravity seem to be repealed and gravitational anomalies allow me to soar above the floor for a few seconds, before bringing me back down with tranquil streams of air. This is my special place where I can take a few deep breaths and then focus on the problems in this turbulent world. I know that am I perfect, someone who always thought to be just out of reach, out of their league for many, and only attainable by a few, but eventually I will be somebody’s soulmate and they should stop at nothing to have me in their life, as I am not a unicorn.
Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #103, for FOWC with Fandango – Unicorn, for February Monthly prompts – Turbulent tranquility and for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Many Other Few.
Interesting take Jim! Thanks for the inclusion.
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Your prompt words were so easy today and I think that I would be able to fit them into any post.
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Thanks.
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The ultimate air mattress! 🙂
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Looks like fun.
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Lucky for her. Both her environment and her temperament are fortunate.
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I bet she enjoys jumping around in that attic.
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Who wouldn’t. 🥰
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wonderful writing piece, lyrical and dark in the same time! 💙👍👍
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Thank you Victoria.
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Indeed, there’s more than just cash in my attic.
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I bet that would make a nice post.
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