[from Nic's SHORT WORD SERIES]
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A man lived perpetually in the summer time of his own life.
He lit up the world that surrounded him. Unannounced. And unintentional.
Some who met him would wonder where the light came from.
And of those who wondered, some would realise that it had nothing to do with the outward circumstances of his life.
And of those who realised, some would recognise that the very same light waited for the chance to shine from deep inside themselves.
And for the brave who’d let it shine. It would.
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[from Nic's SHORT WORD SERIES]
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‘the meaning of cake’
She stared into the slice of cake, as it sat unenthusiastically beside her coffee.
It seemed cake was everywhere.
And cake had been her downfall. Or so she’d thought.
It had been a while since she’d seen her toes.
She remembered back to a time when cake was rare. When the very mention of cake lit her smile. When cake meant something.
But now there was too much. There was too much of everything.
And the too much had numbed her to the experience of the world.
As she stared into the slice, she dreamed of a time of ‘not too much’. Where, once again, cake would mean something.
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