Nexus:
Pedals, clocking cycles round my mind, thoughts receding in quiet imaginings. A drum beats faintly, echoes rhythmically inside my head. The sweet scent of Spring hanging in the air, my lungs alive with the ebb and flow. There is both everything and nothing, connected only by breath. In. Out. In. Air gently brushes my cheeks. A voice whispers. My soul replies. Dandelion clouds float by, tickling my senses. My contemplation punctured, I sneeze, brake gently. The towpath ends. I pause. Did I just meet God, or did I meet myself? I smile, adjust my helmet and head for home.
Original work by Samantha Smith Copyright 2020
The above was my entry for the NYC Microfiction Competition 2020. Please let me know what you think. Always looking to improve my writing.
I had to write to the following remit: Scifi, Action: meditation Compulsory word: puncture (or a version thereof).
The 2021 competition is already underway and I'll be posting my 2021 entry after the first round is complete.
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