This week’s Tuesday Scribes prompt asks for a six-sentence story to go with the photo prompt and one of the sentences has to be a question.
With each moment that passes I find my grip on life weakening.
It doesn’t feel that long ago when everything was on the up. A great job, lots of friends and then, at the peak of my good fortune, I met you and felt completely fulfilled.
I wonder now how it was that I allowed you to manipulate me as you did and leave me feeling as I do?
When you left, my world was turned upside down and life, as I knew it, seemed a somewhat futile journey.
So, I sit here watching the minute hand of existence turn knowing it won’t be long before I slowly slip away.