5 8 8

A party, time long ago. Friends and family in attendance, a first time meeting of yours with the new Love in your life.
Some of your girlfriends were jealous, you finding such a catch. Lucky Bitch, I think was the popular terminology, their glances wistful and expressions dreamy as seductive eyes roamed the entire length of his body and homed in.

The thing with a dream is that even the most ridiculous scenario makes sense:
Cars parked in impossible and inaccessible places, houses once lived in similar but not the same, people not having aged despite the time passage of thirty years.
That is until your waking self questions that scenario, logic shattering it into a thousand pieces.
But not the memory of the outcome.

Five hundred and eighty eight seconds. Less than ten minutes.
Not that long a time, but enough to haunt your unconsciousness and filter into consciousness things you’d rather forget.
despair

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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