Titanium walls. A door with no handle. Dim lights. No window. And a screen. It clicks on. I see my reflection. It blinks. No, not a reflection. A copy. A perfect copy.
'Your family will be looked after,' it says with my voice.
'Can I say goodbye?'
Its smile, my smile. 'No need. I'll be there.'

What a lovely way to kick-start the year, thank you! 😊

My writing goal is to rediscover the passion I felt for writing before the past 5 years happened - before lockdown, issues at home, and an evermore volatile world.

The writing once flowed so easily, but recently it's been a struggle.

Do more courses. Submit short stories. Get my name out there.