It’s hard to see what waits around the bend in a road, hiding behind fog and trees and dust. I wish I could have known. I wish I had taken the exit. I wish I had held your hand tighter.
Ongoing challenge: Find a picture. Write exactly 40 words about it. Post.
(Great practice for brevity.)
You kiss me in the salty morning light. The sea sits calm behind us, but my heart is pitching, anything but calm. Then I feel the grit of sand chafing the back of my legs. And that’s when I know.
Challenge: Find a picture. Write exactly 40 words about it. Post.
(Great practice for brevity.)
(Photo by Danist Soh.)
It did not break, tremble, fall. The leaf’s fold held it, this tiny ball dropping from her eyes as she passed on her leaving way. She left me a dandelion that still held its wish. So I wished. Come back.
