Nerves and jiggles. Here it comes. I’d better sleep; I bet I don’t.

No, I’m fine again. Worries are treading lightly. In control.

Relax.

But.

What if…?


 

Eight days of work and eyes opened anew. So many people out there lost within the multitude; those unfortunate few. The few keep on expanding; a heartfelt warm welcome to those now landing. This trip will be sung lightly on clouds of confidence.

Glorious hearts dazzle with innocent magnificence.


 

More months now, a brand new adventure,

Many memories, a Technicolor overture.

Alas, time is moving on,

Leaving me bereft of time for song.


©DJA 2016

 

 

From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories

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