How do you do it?

Inspired by a picture, 100 words story

Psychochromatic Redemption


Jogging at the crack of dawn is exhilarating. The joy I get from my footsteps hitting the sand and the quiet surf of the sea. It brings me peace. Gets me ready for the day. Or at least it used to.

Nowadays, nothing brings me joy anymore. Everything seems bleak and uninspiring. My inspiration, my muse left me and took away everything with her.

How will I ever recover from being left alone in the world? How does one recover after a loved one dies? Maybe we go on like zombies, lifeless or maybe we learn to live broken.

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