“Blurred lines. How do you know where the boundaries are if they act in so many ways?”
“You could just ask?”
Story written using the above photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers challenge by Rochelle.
I immediately saw the blurry lines in this image and thought of the song. I wanted to write about it but as I felt what I wrote (albeit super flash fiction) was enough to get across the point I wanted to make.
Emine Beasley 