The morning light and the soft summer breeze is a stark contrast to the hard pavement. I close my eyes and remember waking up to her... My nostalgia slowly fades into memory as it is interrupted by my growling stomach. Getting up -my body aching from the night- the smell of freshly baked bread reaches me from Walmart. I see them walk in: lovebirds in their sixties- wild, long-haired, and free. At that moment, it’s the feeling of dropping my backpack to the ground after a long day of riding my motorbike into the sun. I’ll love and be free.
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Kirsty
15/12/2021 05:47:41 pm
Life affirming, lots of feeling packed in the space of fewer than 100 words.
Mary Wallace
15/12/2021 06:05:57 pm
A very visual piece.
Rob Wolf
15/12/2021 07:41:45 pm
A lovely captured moment.
Pamela Kennedy
15/12/2021 09:27:52 pm
A special moment so nicely described...
Sue Clayton
16/12/2021 02:41:50 am
Born to be free. Ride the memory.
Dee Lorraine
18/12/2021 12:59:39 am
To love and be free. Who could ask for more? Lovely story, Daniela. Comments are closed.
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