Tuesday, 23 June 2009

A morning goodbye.

It was daybreak—they were coming. She heard the

warnings (who hadn't) but love
whispered stay.

As the sun fell, she sat, praying.

.....For the young that walked by she was the old woman

who muttered over her
rosary under sun or rain.

.....The aged just looked away as before.

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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.