Cha-Cha & Fiction 55

I look at the patterns of my life
and
got
grieved
at how
some things
never change.

Is it a consistent
pattern of life?

Or is it me?

I
got
quite tired
of
recurrence.

Stepping back and forth
as though a dance.

A step forward,
A step back.

When will this dance end?

Will this
pattern
ever stop?

Back and forth
Forward and back

Cha-cha

Forward and back
Back and Forth

Don't really know what to take of
this
pattern.


Somebody,
anybody,
stop this dance.
Now.


FICTION 55

A red bomb.

She looked at the beautifully printed gold words on the red card, “You are cordially invited to our wedding..”

Call it fate.

In the sea of people and after the many turns in life, they met. Yet again, but too late – name of the bride today is not hers.


Created by: Candy Lee