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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
So let’s toast, shall we? A glass of champagne to everyone who dares.
To a broken life, shattered dreams and unwistful hopes.
Let’s toast.
For all those missed moments, piecrust promises and dark nighted fantasies.
Let’s toast.
It’s a lovely, wretched mess, isn’t it?
Why not celebrate?
Happiness is nothing unless you are sure of it. Elusive as a bird and stolen like life, it is nothing, so we linger over it and sigh.
Ah, but let’s toast, shall we? A glass of champagne to everyone who fears.
To new life, new dreams and pledged hopes.
A rousing cheer!
For every captured blessing, sacred vow and sunrise renewal.
Let’s toast.
It’s a beautiful, delightful mess, isn’t it?
Why not celebrate?
Happiness is everything, unless you are sure of it. Elusive as as the tide and stolen like the night, it is something, so we linger over it and cry.
(c) Sara Harricharan