Daily Snippit: Other Fiction

Thoughts swirling, dancing, ethereal and light. Spun sideways from the train of thought to linger on the sidelines, distractingly elusive. Can’t focus. Can’t think. Just lost in shadows of the something I was thinking before it spun away. Frustration burns in little things. A name. A number. A something I was thinking before its children’s children drew me fast away. Someone has hit the random key on my remote and is holding down the skip key…


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