A sense of knowing (100 word story)

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She knew exactly what he meant when he said that he felt grounded.

It was that sense of escape from the daily grind, from the onslaught of the noise in your head and the responsibilities that handcuffed you in claustrophobic spaces.

After all this time, like the little town, she was still his refuge, the one he thought of when he had thoughts to spare. She alone understood his unspoken words.

They were her words too.

Though miles apart, she felt his longing.

She understood how to make him smile again.

That little town, stood as proxy for her heart.

 

 

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20 thoughts on “A sense of knowing (100 word story)

  1. “It was that sense of escape from the daily grind, from the onslaught of the noise in your head and the responsibilities that handcuffed you in claustrophobic spaces” and “understanding unspoken words” are to me, metaphors for listening to Sunday Jazz. Thanks for the unending supply of music. πŸ™‚

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    1. Oh I’m so glad that you can relate to this and moreso that Sunday Jazz gives you that place of refuge. That’s what music has always done for me. Better still when we can find it in our relationships.πŸ˜€

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    1. Thank you so much Susan. I was trying to decide whether to continue this story or not so I’m really glad to receive your comment. I’m between and betwixt blogging for the moment but this was a good distraction for me.πŸ˜€

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