Right. Here we are again. A little more on schedule this time. 🙂
FridayPhrases, my fun little microfiction Twitter event on Fridays, is coming to an end, from what I understand. 😦 I’ve really enjoyed doing it, so I’m quite sad at that thought.
At the moment I’m thinking of carrying it on in some way by myself. I just need a source of prompts, which I’m sure I’ll find/come up with. (I’m a fairly imaginative/resourceful person, and definitely good at improvising). I’m thinking I’ll post on Twitter, and ten do the usual round-up on here. Still in the to-be-worked-out phase yet.
Anyway, this week’s prompt was: Missed Opportunities
And my tweets:
Regret. Missed opportunities. They haunt me like ghosts, trailing every waking moment, filling my vision and mind. Time can’t fix this.
I remember all too well, the night we danced. The night you asked me to stay. I said no. A missed opportunity. One night was all we had.
Missed opportunities. Wasted hearts. Wasted love. Fear enters and hope is extinguished. Yes or no. One wrong word.