Monday, 7 October 2013

September - 50 word story, flash fiction

September, 50 word story

Our dogs still leap inside that sunset field
Where my soul seldom returns but for September -

We walked silently through grass of Autumn gold.
'It's cold,' you akwardly insisted,
'Wear my coat'..

Our dogs played and bounded past us, exuberant, grown bold.
Necking as we ached to, but dared not.

1 comment:

  1. The awkward pleasure of denial...

    I really like what you've done in this blog. Keep writing.
    I'm linking yours to mine.


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