She has seen me disappearing into nothingness, surrendering the best of company, including hers.
I am a craftsperson looking for words just like a PokemomGo enthusiast is finding a Pokemon in nearby radar.
I cannot resist the temptation to catch that Pokemon and sometimes I make my own sacrifices for that, cutting away from my favourite people .
''An artist lives an aloof life.,'' she observes.
I smile to her. ''An artist lives alone not out of loneliness but to pursue his art. Just what the job demands..''
''Why pursue such a job?.''
''It is the restlessness to get it out, an irresrible urge. Passion!''
''Can you feel the same passion about anything else or anyone else?''
I had like to believe she was referring to herself.
''Yes,'' I answer ''but one passion at a time.''
Friday, 27 January 2017
Love Shorts #27
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100 words story,
art,
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company,
craftsperson,
flash fiction,
love,
love diary,
love quites,
love shorts,
micro fiction,
nothingness,
pokemon,
pokemon go,
romance,
sureender,
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