ORIGAMI
She wishes she could crease time, origami it into a shape she could see, touch, hold.
But like her memories, it vanishes, leaving only the hope of something else.
Sometimes my mind takes me on little journeys outside of the novel I am trying to write. Journeys that result in micro stories, some merely a sentence long.
Inspiration might have come from a photo I’ve taken, a #vss365 Twitter tweet, how I happen to be feeling, or just the color of the sky.
For now, I’ll document these thoughts and tiny tales here.
ORIGAMI
She wishes she could crease time, origami it into a shape she could see, touch, hold.
But like her memories, it vanishes, leaving only the hope of something else.
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