It's Still Life

Sleeping Rough Ever Since

It was a Saturday, and Adam was having one of those stream of consciousness thingies. Like a dream, but not. He’d returned to paradise. Had a small blot hole right on the beach. Maybe a little caravan, or an RV in need of cheap repair, like in those advertisements that fill up his spam folder. He’d put out a welcome mat by the door with Eve’s name on it. Come Home Eve. He couldn’t help but hope. I mean, he was completely full of shit having been irregular – afraid to touch fruit since eviction day.

Words: 116. Reading time: -1 minute. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “dreams” and Fandango’s One Word Challenge “irregular” and Linda Hill’s SOCS “mat”. A.I. image with a hint of Yerka. AI Digital Artwork created using Midjourney. Imagery and prose/poetry ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney