The words over at Three Word Wednesday are figment, inclined and vulnerable. Wow, good words. Who comes up with them?
Again late this week, so I’m tossing up a Fiction in 58
He felt like a figment of her imagination. He flittered from room to room, wherever she decided to land, and hoped.
The expectations sunk, always; he felt vulnerable. Again.
He wished he could talk to her, like he used to. Tell her everything was going to be alright.
He was inclined to do so.
But he couldn’t speak.