Two old people, a man and woman, sit on a park bench, ignored by the passing families enjoying children and the winter sun. If noticed, they are merely discarded yesterdays. No one notices they could be tomorrows. Ignoring the families, they whisper love poems of ‘do you remember when you looked like.’
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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.