restless unable to sleep she strolls the vacant vigilant streets and avenues. engaging the solitary bench, distracted by the blaze of fearless stars, with a slip of the tongue she speaks out loud. a sudden rustling wind scatters the fall leaves dispersing the sound of winter’s arrival. knowing she could not speak the departed, helpless, she brought him back.

cafe writing option 5, fiction, adult conversation;
photo: empty, by 96dpi, flickr 


5 thoughts on “FormerReflection

  1. i really like this.. it is like a painting with words,, i can see it,, but i have to step back,, and examine it for its meaning… very well done….

  2. This has a wonderful rhythm and beautiful sounds. It is great to read out loud and has a very soft and delicate tone.

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