When yes is the only answer
When you wait for mountains to turn pink, it’s like waiting for death. Not the death of accident or intent but that of a content life waiting for its shining. Now others say yes or no to the weight of your life. You just see the glow and say yes.
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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.