In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “But No Cigar.” Tell about a time things came this close to working out . . . but didn’t. Would you like the chance to try again, or are you happy with how things eventually worked out?
It’s that moment when you come across an art piece and wonder if your interpretation is similar or vastly different from others’.
I sense someone who’s been broken. They’re crooked and damaged but they’ve put themselves back together enough to move forward. They’re not healed, but if they cleared up the debris, what would be left of them?
That or someone who’s desperately trying to make a relationship of whatever kind work, but the pieces won’t fit together. They glued things all wrong, and even the foundation is crooked.
What about you? What do you get from this work of art?