PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Every second Thursday, they would meet-up. Wave across the gallery. Then go about their tween days.

Clockwork. Predictable. A Möbius loop of friendship.

She didn’t know when he took on the shape of her heart; how a thin spark, that tiny zing of passion grew until he filled her waking and sleeping thoughts.

She never even thought it strange how he was unchanging while she felt the pull of gravity and age.

Lovers without ever touching; relationship stretching across dimensions of time and space. Marius and Marias. Eeuwig. Altijd.

Constructed for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.

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Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it’s in my basement… let me go upstairs and check.

MC Escher

This week’s image reminded me of MC Escher prints.