The Road Oft Taken

She had lost her way to a dingy path. The morning mist was mixing real with the imagery of her tired mind. The solitude of her surroundings struck a chord with her loneliness. The sturdy trees bereft of leaves echoed her existence.  They had forgotten the days of yore when Spring had come knocking. But Spring would come again despite their forgetting. Had she forgotten too?

She stopped near a lone house, inviting her with its empathy and seclusion. Experience counseled that something so fascinating in the middle of melancholy could never be well-meaning. She lingered … then decided to return.

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These are my 100 words for this week’s Friday Fictioneer’s Prompt.

I sought inspiration from a fellow blogger’s post for writing this one… But I did a sloppy job at it… But I strongly recommend you follow this link to know more!

Prompt –

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10 thoughts on “The Road Oft Taken

  1. Hi Parul,
    “The sturdy trees bereft of leaves echoed her existence.” Very poetic and moving. Many nicely turned phrases. Thanks for reading and commenting on my story. Ron

  2. I especially liked this: “The morning mist was mixing real with the imagery of her tired mind. The solitude of her surroundings struck a chord with her loneliness. The sturdy trees bereft of leaves echoed her existence. ” My question, of course, is whether there’s something bad in the house or if it’s just going to have a bad effect on her melancholy. With this group, you never know!! But it doesn’t sound good, either way.

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