Flash Fic Friday: The Gallery

“Goodbye, little yellow bird…” My gaze couldn’t find you again if I tried. I caught a glimpse of you once, and only once, when I was being hanged.

My eyes turn outward. Always outward, seeking that which cannot be found.

I see things. Strange places I could travel to, if only…. A man picking his nails or striking a match. He sits on the running board of his car. Then there’s another place. Block upon block, stone upon stone. A quarry. I can also see a door, if I really stretch, using my peripherals.

Forever here. Forever sitting. Staring and wondering:

If art imitates life, and life imitates art…am I really alive?

Stare. Stare. Stare into nowhere, waiting to be dusted.

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Just some random nonsense from creative writing group.

Keep your pen on the page,
Beth

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Author: bethovermyer

Beth Overmyer wears several hats, all belonging to different writers. From fantastical kidlit to everyday popular fiction, Beth pens her work with gusto. In 2008, her screenplay The Method won best comedy at Gotham Screen’s contest, and in 2012, her MG book In a Pickle came out from MuseItUp Publishing.

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