Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

In summer we walk in my garden. 

You see a tangle of brambles, wild grass, and weeds stretching back to broken walls. I see a garden of neat lawns,  rose-beds and tucked away vegetable patches.

We stand together by a solitary yellow rose; I smell the past and you a future.

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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.