Today's #drabble, inspired by my day. This afternoon, I delivered the last webinar in the project I've been working on since September 2023.
I dedicate this piece to all those who offered advice, believed in me and supported me these past 15+ months.
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Today's #drabble, in which I attempt to describe how my husband and mine's evening strolls offer us a respite from the worries of this world.
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Today's #drabble comes late. I didn't have time after drafting it this morning to return to it. Clearly, the lack of light & the long, dark nights (and days) are getting to me. What can I say?
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Today's #drabble was inspired by all those seeking safety and refuge from whatever storms rage around them. May those needing shelter find it.
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An black and white image of a vintage typewriter, entitled A Drabble, A 100-word story, 'Distance. The story is typed on a sheet of paper, still in the typewriter. ‘Distance’ She shuddered, recalling the last time they’d seen one another—their last meeting had been emotionally draining and friendship-destroying. They’d both walked away, deciding to move on, giving one another as much space and time as necessary, navigating awkward moments and avoiding any mention of the other within their social circles. They’d let things lie, licking their wounds to the point of rawness. That distance and time allowed their wounds-from-words heal, although their emotional scars remained. Upon meeting again, she mourned the friend she’d lost, but marvelled at the individuals they’d both become, and at the new friendship slowly blooming.
Today's #drabble, prompted by a dream.
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A black and white image of a vintage typewriter with the following title: A Drabble, A 100-word Story. 'A Game of Catch', which reads: ‘A game of catch’ On their evening stroll, she thought, ‘I loathe winter, but love snow.’ A heavy snowfall’s sound—not simply silence, but a filtered quiet, as if muffled by loosely packed feathers—always calmed her. She caught glimpses of sparkles dancing on the snow, a game of catch between sources of light. It was as if the freshly fallen snow randomly held a million tiny crystals, and then offered them back as glittering bits of joy and whimsy, the perfect contrast to winter’s funeral black. Those unexpected sparks of light, so bright against the darkness, that was what she loved about snow.
Another day, another #drabble.
Today's drabble is inspired by snow, that wonderous shit that falls from the sky and magically brightens up even the darkest of days and nights in Helsinki this time of year. I hope you enjoy this.
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Today's #drabble was partially written in my head as I lay awake last night/this morning in between sleep cycles. And it's dedicated to my own source of comfort, #TheCuban.
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