fantatlity

This is a short story with a single dialogue, following a twenty-five year old woman riding her cycle amidst all her emotional tornadoes. Word count: 970 Target audience: Anybody who can feel Warning: Don’t expect the usual humor I attempt to write It wasn’t raining. It was a bright summer day, in fact. But my eyes were acting like an unclosed tap. The vision became blurry after every few seconds, the tears pooling around my lower eyelid, the salt stinging my eyes even though it shouldn’t. After all, the salty water was a part of my body and now it was hurting me when it met the world outside. That wasn’t fair. M