Every once in a while, I imagine there is no one to talk to. The only sound I can hear is the pitter patter of the rains. And then there is that little man down the road who is not asking for any report or mails but only trying to observe you like a distant past.
Every once in a while, I imagine that I am on a faraway land. My future beholds me, beckons me to be what I always wanted to be. Every once in a while, I imagine myself a writer and only that. Nothing else.
This prompt was received by Write tribe’s 100 words on a Saturday. This week’s theme was “Every once in a while”.