Imprisoned

This was published on The Drabble today. I like the photo prompt very much, though I wrote this meaning something entirely different. 🙂

By Sebnem Sanders

She turned her head and followed me with her dove-like gaze.  I knew there was still some light inside her. Imprisoned within her body, her soul and mental capabilities had no other outlet. She responded to sounds, sometimes to the doorbell ringing, perhaps looking forward to a new visitor.

So I played music for her, the songs she liked. She opened and closed her eyes, maybe dreaming of days when she had full control. How is it like to be handled by others, though gentle and kind? She was unable to make a sound even if we unintentionally hurt her.

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My Paper Memories / The Train – by S.E. SANDERS

I’m very pleased to see two of my flash stories published on the Sick Lit Magazine. Thank you. 🙂

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My Paper Memories

S. E. Sanders

The sporadic bursts of wind coming through the open terrace door lifted the old letters spread out around me on the floor. Their pages glided in the air like white-winged butterflies. Those written on finer paper rose higher and hovered above, reshuffling my memories from many different lives.

The only spectator of the quaint scene, I watched the words blend into the atmosphere in different sequences, forming new sentences, thoughts and stories, as the authors exchanged words, making a jigsaw puzzle of my past. The wishes, the events, the consolations, all in a jumble like the ones mixed up in my head. My past flowing into my future, shaped by the gust of the moment.

Letters, nostalgic mementoes of the past, no longer written on paper with words flowing from a pen, their curves and strokes exclusive to the hand. From a time when…

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