Below is this week’s story for Friday Fictioneers based on this lovely photo prompt from ©Sandra Crook. Thanks Sandra, I think if I look at it long enough I might find a poem or two in there as well.
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A Tear in the Fabric of Reality
Oh no. No, no no.
I’m over-reacting, or so everyone will say. But once seen, these things can’t be unseen. Or should I say, once unseen, things can’t be put back into the picture.
The picture being the view from the house where I grew up. A line of trees on top of that low hill, the line of trees that could be seen from every direction for miles around. My marker for home no matter where I was, standing proud even in my mind’s eye when I was far away.
Ripped from the fabric of my reality.