A prompt for the summer season.
Red and orange leaves fall to the ground. They whisper to each other and land in yellowing grass to lie in perfect stillness. A young girl walks to the woods carrying a travel sack full of food and clothing, wearing a deep blue, hooded cloak. She stops to stare at the wall of trees and…
Some thoughts I've been having, and the changes soon to come.
A snapshot of a life.
Just some things on my mind.
A vignette of a sixteen-year-old who babysits his younger siblings over the holidays.
The third part in my series of short shorts about loving but not needing coffee.