He walks along the abandoned train bed, quietly, solemnly, slowing if he hears a sound. Relieved when a rabbit darts into the thick brush, or a white-tailed deer lifts its head. He worries each year that he will forget where to turn, but he never has. How could he forget? She was so tiny but so heavy in his arms. In the canvas bag he carries a grasp of fall flowers swaddled in wet newspaper and plastic wrap. He will unwrap them and lay them on the rock that covers the grave which only he knows.
Ed N. White
2/10/2020 10:03:34 pm
I'd love to know more about this mystery.
2/10/2020 10:32:28 pm
I'm with Ed - so much more to this! Very well written, too.
3/10/2020 04:49:21 am
This is a story to leave our imagination piecing together a past and a future. A perfect novel in 100 words.
3/10/2020 05:21:37 am
An intriguing story that also leaves me wanting to know more about this tiny being.
3/10/2020 06:51:52 pm
I love "grasp of fall flowers."
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