I can hear them whisper as I pass by. Long forgotten conversations. Echoes of love won and lost. Listen to the quiet sobbing of a girl broken-hearted and the soft laughter of a child in a field of flowers.
I can lose myself in these pages. Follow well trodden paths into worlds of magic and mystery. I can travel the world. I can walk a mile in another man’s shoes. I can shrug off the dust of today and lead an army into war.
Here I can do anything, be anyone.
Perhaps, even I can find a happy ending.
I found this link today from The Day After and thought it might be fun to give it a shot. Every Friday there is new picture and you have 100 words to write a story.
The Blurred Line 