Enclosing the shadow
Crossing the sun
Leaving a glowing ring
Images
Playing in my mind
Savoring the memory
Entrenched like a camera snapshot
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Awesome!!! Love it!!!❤️❤️💕
Beautifully written!!!!
Very nice
Outstanding!!! Your words flow perfectly and capture the moment so well.