Restless

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

What happened? I don’t recognize who I am or where I’m trying to go. I can’t slow down. The whole world’s on the run and I can’t catch up or cut their speed. If I only knew how to fight it—but I don’t—so I’m sucked through panic’s straw, vacuumed into a ceaseless swirl of movement. No anchor to drop. No rope to throw. I’m tossed into a war of activity—always going—never sleeping, slowing, pausing. Running always, ever. 

And pulsing between exhausted beats, my gasping heart begs for the cure. It knows: All I need is rest.


As always, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!

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