Photo prompt:
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The shop lights illuminated the cobbled paving, glowing
bright white and golden, enhanced by the street lights suspended above the
pedestrianised area. Sheila winced at
her last mouthful of cold coffee, surprised she’d managed to make it last for
an hour. The dirty looks sent her way by
the proprietor of the café told her she must move. Stealing herself she opened the café door and
walked out in to cold loneliness wondering if anybody she saw before her were
happy in their lives. Nobody noticed her
which summed up her humdrum existence, stuck in the rat race of corporate
business.
It's a lonely world for many. for various reasons.
ReplyDeleteJust another face in the crowd, another number on a payroll. Sad.
ReplyDeleteHere's my story!.
Dear Sally,
ReplyDeleteWhat a lonely existence. Well depicted.
Shalom,
Rochelle
such sadness. To live a life unnoticed and unloved would be miserable indeed.
ReplyDeleteAnomie if I ever heard it.
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