My dad once told me that air is the enemy. He meant in keeping food fresh, but I couldn’t help but choke.
If air is the enemy, is that why my breath catches in my throat?
If air is the enemy, why am I breathing at all?
If air is the enemy, is that why the sky is the limit?
If air is the enemy, why am I soaring?
This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.
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Perhaps he was having a bad air day.
Good start to the month, Sabina.
Keith Channing at http://keithkreates.com
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Ha! Thanks, Keith.
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Haha brilliant 😂
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As always, excellent! A question to ponder; a chuckle; a smile!
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I love leaving behind a question to ponder!
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Love this! A great start to the challenge :)
Debbie
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Thank you, Debbie!
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He had in right in context. I’m glad to open the windows today and let the air inside.
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Great start! You took something we have all heard before and gave it a spin.
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Thanks, Robin! That’s the fun of short pieces–a quick spin.
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I totally understand how your imagination could run with this statement. I like your creative spin on it.
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Thanks, Astrid! I love stealing snippets from people and removing the context.
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