Confusion reigns to throw me

off my game at times.

A casual word spoken is often

misinterpreted, and self retreats into

its hole, this well-worn

cavern. After a while, however,

trepidation turns to curious, and

a tentative search yields no

more threats towards soft skin

and self. Thus embolden, embraved

even, a slink becomes a

forage and then a confident

stride. Soon life returns to

normal until the next time.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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