This is my short story fiction using the freewrite prompt: slow week
It's been 12 weeks since I left the city. And the village life being slow and steady kind of getting on me. People are slow. They don't value time. They kind of take things a day at a time. And due to which having money is less important but having kids and the family is more important but they suffer from the finance and the health side.
I met some of the lovely people and also met some of the people who can't keep up with others. Some really bad experience were felt and another thing is that if things were to be the right mindset it kind of helps us but not all the time that would be something we have to hold them for.
Thinking like this in the evening, this was much slow week than usual.
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