Kelisidina (United States) published:
PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2019
There's a speck of dust on the kitchen floor.
It's a delicate thing, fibers bound by interwoven threads.
So small, so subtle- a slight whisper caressing the air would send it flying above the musty pots and pans- it would travel across galaxies, across the universe and abound the heavens.
And yet we are. So small, so subtle.
We are but specks of dust, dreaming that we are alive.
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