Tuesday, 30 September 2008

Old Love

I remember

I remember when I thought that love was carrying the bag of a soft spoken Irish girl who smiled and laughed at her mates but said yes. In those few moments of walking a life time rushed by. Now I know that love is forgiving each other when others don’t.

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Welcome and thanks for dropping in. I'll pop by yours by and by.

This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.