Flash Fiction: Inconspicuous. “What’s Real?”

In the still frame of reflections, time inconspicuous. Summer stories bright as daylight reframed winter tales of freezing cold.

“What’s real?” She evaluated the images on window pane.

“Moving clouds and your absence.” The rest an illusion of proximity just like Him.

Deeya Nambiar

2 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Inconspicuous. “What’s Real?”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s