An AI Generated Image
If you both know what
You’re doing and believe it
Is right, joy follows
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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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 Craven2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
And here I thought you were writing about us....
Your really wrote it very well
Exactly. Then it leads to a happy family
Incredibly done! 💌
As long as it doesn't hurt or harm others hehehe. Loved your Haiku!
Very feel good D.J! 😁