‘Good Morning,’ said the warm friendly voice in her headset.
Keen intellect. Intuitive empathy. Quiet vulnerability.
They both shared a childlike conviction – in azure skies, vibrant rainbows, mythical creatures.
Smiling, she turned up the volume. Her voice calm as she articulated her plans.
For one enchanted moment across continents, the Sun and Moon cast their languorous incandescence in complete harmony.
Confluence / kɒnflʊəns / Noun
An act or process of merging. Often used to talk about the coming together of factors or ideas, or of cultures in a diverse city
He emptied the vial into his mouth, his features transformed into a familiar face. And then another. One by one. People she knew well over the years, loved dearly.
‘We’re programmed to love a certain kind of person. That’s absolute.
Names? faces? Those are random.’
He walked out of the door, from her life.
the branch of science concerned with the nature and properties of matter and energy.
He’d left her.
And she’d slumped on the couch for days, lifeless.
Today, she washed her hair, removed the wedding ring.
Attended theater, learnt salsa.
She found out it was a matter of choice.
To live, laugh, be happy.
Even when alone