Day 31 Writing and Mulling Over My Life

Day 31 of the daily prompts:

Asunder

She watched at the destroyed city, its asunder roads and houses. This was what humanity had amounted to when everything had gotten heated. Nobody remembered anymore why the war had started. Any reason felt silly now when almost ninety-nine percent of humanity got wiped out. She had found old articles here and there, but none of them made any sense. Yet, in her heart, she knew that greed, jealousy, and ego could destroy lives. That was why she was on the road again, alone. Not even in an apocalypse, people knew how to get along. She wasn’t going to be anyone’s property. She was a free woman who had survived thus far and killed for it.

And she would kill again, in a heartbeat, to defend herself. Here, above humanity and its ruins, she found harmony.

Attic

The boy had been cleaning all day, helping his neighbor move. She had been gracious enough to let him into the attic and tell him to keep anything he might like. He was rummaging through old cardboard boxes inside a huge, old wardrobe. He found a black fedora tucked inside a box. He put it on and watched himself from the dust-covered mirror glued to the wardrobe. The hat made him look like a detective, or better yet, an agent. He tilted his head and pretended to hold his fingers like a gun. He gave a wild grin to himself and knew what he would keep.

Rainy Day

The rain beat hard against the metallic windowsill. She listened to the hard sound and smiled. It would mean she would have to stay home all day and read. She got her favorite book from the bookshelf and sat next to the window. The book lay on her lap as she watched people rushing in the rain. Some had forgotten their umbrellas, and she followed their rabid flight across the street, inside the shops and the cafes. Then there were those who loved the rain as much as she did. They stopped at the puddles on the street to splash the water around. Mostly they were children. She smiled. Rain made the city more magical. And children knew how to appreciate magic.

The Prompts are from the book: A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

I’m in a better mood. I have started writing the fifth book in the Glorious Mishap series. I’m wondering if I should attempt to write another sci-fi book during my summer holiday. It could be a good distraction from the normal pace of my life. I need something new. I still dream about packing everything up, quitting my job, and moving to some remote location in the middle of the forest, and a slow day. I have even considered giving up climbing for that. I long for slow days without the need to be something, improve, and train. Yet, I can’t seem to give up my rigorous exercise routine and other demands on myself. I am my worst enemy. No one else can even come close.

Thank you so much for reading! Have a magical day!