"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry



Art. The most intense form of individualism ever known.

Pure art filled his hungry eyes. Windows – paintings mirroring shreads of a huge reality, each another reason to run away from his own life and recreate it from scrap. Balconies – masks hiding millions of known faces, seductively passing him by in the night, leaving him only a whisper reminding him of her. All beautiful, but none real and shiny like the light in her eyes.

Masks. He looked up again at the building while lighting himself another cigarette, then continued his journey towards the day when he will meet her again.


memyselfandela, 2013, Friday Fictioneers

Photo: Copyright –Kent Bonham

28 responses

  1. Nice 🙂

    May 2, 2013 at 22:01

  2. Lovely. Evokes a strong sense of longing. Nicely done!

    May 2, 2013 at 23:45

  3. I liked this story a lot. I hope their meeting goes well.

    May 3, 2013 at 01:21

    • It’s just a moment in time. Nobody knows if there will ever be a meeting or what will be next. It’s just like real life.
      Many thanks my friend. 🙂

      May 3, 2013 at 16:36

  4. Now that’s what I call a tribute. Nicely done!

    May 3, 2013 at 01:29

  5. “each another reason to run away from his own life and recreate it from scrap.”
    I was captured by these words. A very soulful read…

    May 3, 2013 at 06:25

  6. Very pensive. I liked this.

    May 3, 2013 at 06:52

  7. Beautiful my friend. But there’s no need to run away. Tear it down, and build it anew from where you stand. The journey will be shorter and more enjoyable that way =}

    May 3, 2013 at 13:58

  8. I love the last sentence!

    May 3, 2013 at 15:15

  9. I think I can feel that longing… but the house could surely evoke that. Lovely

    May 3, 2013 at 20:51

  10. I especially like your opening two lines and this one as well…”Windows – paintings mirroring shreads of a huge reality.”


    May 4, 2013 at 12:33

  11. I really felt like your writing gave a window into your character’s soul. Nice hook.

    May 4, 2013 at 16:04

  12. Mystikel

    You really brought that character to life. Fine work.

    May 4, 2013 at 22:38

  13. Never deny your art!

    May 5, 2013 at 05:21

  14. “Pure art filled his hungry eyes” – what a line! Nice one

    May 5, 2013 at 19:36

  15. A tender story of longing with an artist’s soul.

    May 5, 2013 at 23:36

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