Sunday, 18 July 2010

Oh fallen sons of the morning






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.