The following piece is a part of a wonderful society of writers known as the Friday Fictioneers, a great idea by Madison Woods. I usually don’t write anything about it before my story, but I feel like I should after several weeks of absence.
I’d just like to thank all the people who keep coming here to read my latest doodles. And a special thanks to my top commenter, you know who you are D (and everyone else, too). Also, this is my first story that doesn’t reach 100 words (96 I think). There’s a first to everything.
I closed my eyes and wandered off to the direction my heart desired. The meadow was mesmerizing. Rays of light were playing like faeries among the flourishing flora.
I felt my feet getting heavier, and my head lighter. Somehow, a strong sense of tranquility overwhelmed me. It was as if my feet anchored themselves to the ground I stood on.
“Trust us,” gentle whispers said.
My feet felt lighter when my eyes opened again. Before me, the faeries had disappeared since long. Ben was right. All I needed was time for me. Time just to breathe.