Prompt: There’s no topic, no word, just a free write. Go anywhere your mind wants to travel. Take us there too. Just make it count, leave your blood all over this page. Thirty-three words exactly. Of course. We couldn’t end it any other way.
This is my submission. It just seems apropos for this being the final week for Trifecta, but also significant in my own life. I have only occasionally participated quite honestly because I read the magnificent writings of the regulars on here, and my own preference and perhaps strength lies more with non-fiction. I did enjoy ‘trying’ however. The group that judged week after week were so dedicated and very nice to critique everyone’s submissions equally. I appreciated the kindness of those who read my posts. In any case, this is my entry.
We know time does not stand still. Why then do we try to hold on to it, even though we know it is in vain? Perhaps because we cannot guarantee the future, ever!