I’m rumour. Don’t
confuse me with gossip. Gossip is generally an unkind conversation about a
person in their absence, while I’m an unofficial story that could be true or
invented. I come from no specific place or person. I’m nobody’s child.
Once I’m in circulation,
I travel quickly, often leaving the truth far behind. Truth is evidence, context,
hurtful at times, and boring. I generally
come from hearsay, an incomplete or misunderstood conversation, a half-heard
sentence, no clarification, or an overactive imagination.
As I gather momentum. I grow spicier and
longer. However, I cannot be vouched for. You humans just love passing me on.
You give me legs and wings and wheels, and I speed along through offices,
canteens, street corners, boardrooms, and classrooms.
My endings are
quiet. I die a natural death when something more interesting comes along, or,
to everyone's shock and embarrassment, I’m disproved.
I would advise you
to refrain from passing me on, as I might bruise you or break trust. So simply
nip me in the bud and focus your energy on creative pursuits.
I'm rumour:
transient and powerful if you want me to be.
This post is part of the BlogchatterA2Z 2026 challenge.
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