Short stories

Fiction | Desert (102)

Clothed body free heart boots on my feet I kick kick kick sand in my face brittle but it reminds me I’m alive here breathing I see him laughing taking photos I know I’m captured for all eternity in a split second maybe people in the future will see this photo and empathise with just me sand boots kicking and living and relishing in the fact that I am alive here and now with wind in my hair static under the cap and living camels in the desert staring I don’t care let them stare I am ALIVE and FREE and photographed.

Stream of consciousness 27-10-16

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