Yes, finally I’m back to fiction.
Phew… it took almost five months to pick a fictional book again.
I really enjoyed reading non- fiction over the last few months.
It wasn’t until yesterday that my brain started begging for a break, a pause from working on those complicated terms and scientific writings.
When I didn’t show any sign of objection, my brain seized the opportunity and explained that he was in dire need of breathing some literary prose, some metaphors, similes and idioms.
I took a few sips of water, and he sighed deeply before continuing his complaint about how bored sick he felt reading those black- and-white paragraphs. He longed for… imagination with its colours, rhythms, and intrigues.
Request approved, I said.
And finally, I whispered to myself, feeling over the moon.
It was last night when I picked up an old fictional book.
Oh, the poor book has been waiting patiently for that exact moment.
“Welcome back,”he said.
I smiled and started reading.
With back- to -fiction thoughts,
Nahla
Pure and Simple 