Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, the standard, and the prompt photo.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below, which this week is supplied by myself, taken in the place I call the Secret Garden.
Click here to hear the author read his words:
Some days I exist
Some days I pass in a fog.
I stumble uncertainly down the broken roads in my mind with only a vague wish that no serious harm befall me.
And yet unaware of my direction or destination and uncaring of my actual arrival.
Some days I just sit, watching the world stumble futilely around me.
Have I always been this way?
I seem to have an indifference to things I should care about.
Like love, pain, family, friends.
Even life itself.
Is there something wrong with me?
Or with everyone else?
Some days I really couldn’t care less.