Friday Fictioneers: Echo

Copyright – Dawn M. Miller

Copyright – Dawn M. Miller

My bags at my feet I stand silent and still. A statue among the chaos.

People have somewhere to go, somewhere to be, someone waiting.

All moving, talking, a dance hall step and slide to avoid touch.

A smile, a wave, a connection made and broken. Journeys begun and ended.

A pickpocket moves with smooth grace lifting wallets for the man who holds his reins around the corner.

No-one sees him either.

I wait, an echo in the periphery of vision. I am still here when the last train leaves.


Nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. No one waiting.

I fell of the grid for a while there and swung a little hopelessly in the air. Now I am back and trying to find my feet again. Rochelle’s picture was an inspired choice as try to find my own direction. 

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17 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Echo

  1. A sad portrait, and painted well. I, too, really enjoyed the “echo in the periphery of vision” amid all the comings and goings of the crowd… it describes the character in a poetic way.

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