Fiction, prose

He knew it.

This would be the place. The place at the end of the wrong road. And somehow, it was exactly how he pictured it. It looked just like the other fork where he made the wrong turn.

His favourite music particles flew past in perfect, mesmerising harmony with his non astonished gaze, landing at his feet. Forming those pages. He just wished he could remember which was the wrong page turn.

 

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  1. An excellent thought provoking piece of writing Vanessa. I wonder who decides what is a right turn and what is a wrong turn? Sometimes we spend our lives being told we are going down the wrong road but somehow manage to get to where we need to be. Great song as well.

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