Waiting for a Better Tomorrow

Avatar Author: Robert Quick A no-name, aspiring author who can't stop writing. Looking ahead, he strives for perfection. Shackled by various forms of entertainment, he dreams of success. Most stories here are an invitation to YOU, to join me in cre... Read Bio

Stretching out my fingers, I imagined them as wings. The joints and ligaments tightened and then loosened as I reset my hands back into the rest position—palms arched, fingers draping down over an invisible ball, like a pianist preparing to play. If I let them, my fingers would fly me to the ends of the world and beyond. Through them I could escape.

A thick cloud blocked the sun and with the lessening of the light, the moment passed. My fingers retreated into loosely held fists, fleshy mirrors of futility.

“No,” I croaked. “Not today. Maybe tomorrow.”

I knew time was ticking forward. I could feel its great weight, the sand from my life’s hourglass accumulating in invisible mounds upon my shoulders. Soon I would stoop, hunched over, my youth having retreated into the past.

None of that mattered. I was stuck, mired in the now, unable to visualize anything other than failure. I had to accumulate rejections, from them I would create my armor but I wasn’t ever ready.

Maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow would be better.

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  1. Avatar HSAR

    At first I thought this was going to go like the story of Icarus, but you had a few good twists to throw in there.

    Good to see you again :)

  2. Avatar JonB

    Writer’s block? Very thoughtful, introverted feel to this, in keeping with the theme, and some richly descriptive phrases. I’m not sure if fleshy mirrors of futility works as a description or not – but either way, it’s stuck in my mind.

  3. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Took me right to the end to get the writer’s block sense from it, after a second or two. I was thinking something magical, though heck, isn’t writing magical?

  4. Avatar 32 ^2

    Lesson for me: My arthritic mind needs stretching.

    I’ve been coming out of a deep depression, a dark period of three years. The one thing I’ve lost that I’ve tried to regain is my love for reading. That’s why I love Ficly, it doesn’t overload me and I have access to some of the best short stories I’ve ever read. Including yours Robert.

  5. Avatar Kay-Teaze

    I agree with the previous comments; even if it weren’t about writer’s block, I think most people can relate to the sentiments and feelings here. It transcends. It could apply to a feeling of wasting one’s potential and life in general. Particularly:

    “I could feel its great weight, the sand from my life’s hourglass accumulating in invisible mounds upon my shoulders”

  6. Avatar Zen Brau

    This is great. It seems a bit dark, but has a couple silver linings. I particularly enjoyed the bit about rejections becoming like armor.

    Nicely worded, all around.