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Little moments, million emotions

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Lifeasithappens – Little moments, million emotions Skip to content Open Menu Home Contact Search Search for: Close Lifeasithappens Little moments, million emotions Staircase to hell January 18, 2019 January 18, 2019 Moonmoon 25 Comments Karma always puzzled me. I always thought, people were supposed to protect their own interests rather than letting Karma interfere with and constrict their lives. So, I gave less, retained more. Made my partner, my children – the others. I was proud, I was living the most rational, practical life. Until, the messenger beckoned to me and said it was ‘time’. He pushed me through broken doors and pulled me through lava-hot staircases, till we reached the pitch-black bottom, called hell. I am trying to help them, mend my ways. But, they can’t see me. Alas, it is  too late. Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the talented author and  artist  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields . PHOTO PROMPT ©  Dale Rogerson The trail to free...

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