Wings

She had been blessed with natural beauty.

He studied her sun-kissed face.

There was not even the slightest hint of makeup.

Yet, he felt that she was more beautiful than any girl that had ever been this close to him.

“Hatchi” she sneezed.

“Sorry”, she muttered while trying to regain her original position.

He smiled, she had a voice clear as a river at its source.

“Now class, Jessica has just changed her position, I am curious to see how well you adapt to this change”

He frowned, he had expected a different name.

Jessica continued looking out of the window as if she was observing something beautiful and not the rush hour traffic jam.

“Tom, now that’s interesting!”

Madame Mauve made him jump.

“What is it?”

“Jessica’s face is almost drawn to a photographic precision”

Jessica tried to suppress a giggle and turned scarlet in a flash second.

“Wait until the colour drains from her face, else you will not be happy with the outcome” Madame Mauve advised the class.

“So where was I? Yes. So you left out her scar.”

“What scar?” Tom looked at his drawing and Jessica, puzzled, as he could not see her scar.

Jessica forgot not to move, her hand following the long scar on her face.

“And then Tom, she’s not exactly wearing wings! This is a portrait class and today we are focusing on drawing a photo-like as possible! And wings just don’t fit the picture!”

Tom, looked down at the picture he had drawn.

“What’s going on here? I cannot hear a single pencil!”

Quickly the other students tried to pretend to be working on their portraits, but their smirks gave them away.

They had seen the scar, you had to be blind to miss it.

And Jessica? She was longing for all of these people to go home, so she could finally speak to Tom.

He was the first person that she knew off to have seen her wings.

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where to start?

I don’t know what to write today. That’s why this post is going up on a Sunday and not a few days ago. Actually, it is not that I don’t know what to write, it is that I have no idea where to start… Should I be writing a story, a little bit about my life at the moment, about how you can eat well and not ruin yourself financially, about not being a materialist, about motherhood and childrearing… the list of ideas is endless.

Maybe I shall write every idea on a piece of paper and then put them in a hat and pick one when I write?

My 30 to 31 challenge is all about getting myself back to writing. I have taken a few breaks from my blog and from the community that comes with it.
And now, I find myself dragging my feet as if I had to jump head first into troubled ice cold water, while not being able to swim.

Does it matter if no one reads my post? It should not!

Is it a big problem if I don’t engage with everyone who comments? Personally, I don’t feel bad if my comments on other blogs or Instagram posts aren’t answered. It is nice to receive a reply, a return visit, a new follower when we comment elsewhere, but I know we all have (or should have) lives outside of our social media.

Personally, I tried to reply always to comments, visit back when I can, BUT this has in the past lead to blogging exhaustion (thus the many breaks). Which is not fun. You end up being scared of your blog as if you were contractually obliged to engage 24/7. But after a certain time, I start missing writing, the feedback, the community and I come back to it, promising myself that this time I won’t over-engage.

So, what now? I want blogging to be fun again, not to be a chore.