Katie Miskin
Stories (2/0)
Better Days
It’s Autumn here in my new isolation home. Pick me a blue sky, clean waves kind-of morning. I’ll wake early to smile at the sunrise through glass-paned doors, a stretch of orange lounging across the rooftops of my neighbours. So, if the sky says it’s okay to be sleep… I’ll close my eyes for ten minutes more. Then I’ll turn to the person next to me and smile bigger again. It’s the guy who used to be a stranger: we met by chance, then met again; I came to stay for a week, and I haven’t left yet. I’ve said to myself I haven’t been able to leave, but I know that’s not completely true. I could’ve chosen home – England, that is – when the last few flights were travelling across the world. But to sit at home wondering what might have happened, living in the past at a time in my life when the future is everything – that wasn’t to be my isolation.
By Katie Miskin4 years ago in Wander