We were somehow misdirected. Shuffled off to Buffalo or wherever it is that kids go between birth and adulthood. Herded like cattle toward the edge of nowhere we ever wanted to go.
We find ourselves on a long, dark highway, looking for that road not taken. Much to our surprise we awaken just before we’ve gone too far.
Winds of change rush past our ears and we listen for the voice we used to hear. The one that says, “All aboard. Destination unknown.” None of us were ugly children. Now that we have grown, when shall we see ourselves again?
So many ideas came to mind when I first saw last week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. I’m late. I’ve been lost this last week. Recovery is taking a toll on me. I want to write. It seems every effort leads me back to my own current misery, and who wants to read about that!
Thanks for reading. Friday Fictioneers are here. Check them out and be amazed. I know I always am. I will be back to a somewhat regular post schedule soon. I still have a lot to say.