Sadly, “flights to nowhere” is a great metaphor for so many things in life these days.
“If security costs the price of your dreams, it’s too fucking expensive”
“Love’ is the only weapon I have, I will defend with love, I will attack with love.”
It sure would be nice to get stuck in a better place during the COVID times, but in the end, it only has as much meaning as trying to pick a better jail. What hurts us is the lack of freedom, not lack of jail amenities.
Rare day when I had a dream and immediately wrote a flash fiction story based on it. The collection of flash fiction stories is quickly getting bigger, should be big enough to publish before end of year.
It’s funny when for once you want to write flash fiction, and the words just refuse to stop at 1000.
It’s partially a writer’s professional deformation, partially troubled past when you tend to see sinister plotlines in seemingly unconnected events, even in your dreams.
I start liking the new novelette as it develops. The premise of the story is richer than I thought! The two main characters just met for the first time, and it was interesting!