Wiltfields
I first wrote this story many years ago, and for some reason it stuck with me, I often return to it and make adjustments. Recently I've started working on a book, which is a collection of short stories and poems I've written over the years. While the book is at around 50-60% done, I decided to bite the bullet and post this here as a preview.
The story is very basic and stripped down, somewhat abstract, mostly about society, and the "game of life", and how tedious it can be to participate.
I also decided to add a bonus poem, which again, somewhat vague and abstract, but deals with the subject of living with the pressure of living up the past ideals and traditions, and again, how tedious that can be. Even though I wrote it years ago as well, it never had a name, until now. When I decided to publish it here, I came up with a name on the fly. In one of my notes, I had "Blight of the Mind" as a stand-in title, but I never used it, as it felt a bit pompous.
If you happen to pass by this, it is really short, so do consider reading it and leaving your feedback, thank you.