Category: Flash Fiction
She freed herself from anarchy, healed the soul of imposter syndrome, and taught herself to rise above the gloat of sycophants. She was responsible for her Self to discover her journey.
“Did she hide from the real world?“
“No. She added a chapter to the real world.“
I remembered the patron saint of travellers and pilgrims (Die schutzpatronin der pilger).
Deeya Nambiar, 2022
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.