Sunday 18 July 2010

Oh fallen sons of the morning


Fallen[4]

 

 

 

 

As he fall, air whistled by, and the star above him slowly closed. The music born with him, faded. He knew this time he’d gone too far.


I so wanted a star not for me
but for her
not for love
but because I once cared

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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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.