An image is paired with a statement. The combination creates a short story.
No one knows what the future will bring. Some fear the worst. Others hope for the best. We are never ready for what happens. But we continue.
“I thought it was.” “No, it’s not.” “Sure looks like it.” “I know, but take another look. You’ll see.” “You’re quite right. I see it now.”
It was the little things. You had to pay attention. They were always listening. Watching most of the time. He wondered about the person who had to transcribe everything.
Lost again. Should not have made that last turn. Or the one before it. Instead of getting out of this maze, he was pulled in deeper.
We’re back again. Got news for you. It ain’t so great. Been there, done that. Big deal. Boring mindless drivel pounding all night long.
It was a splendid gathering. All the right people were there. No disagreements. No snarky comments. Just good times.
Nothing remained to be said. She wasn’t sure he understood or what he would do next.