Ancient sigh exhaled—
stone vertebrae humbly arched.
Worship unending.
About the Creator
Lauren Girod
Undergraduate at the University of Georgia in English Creative Writing, 2024 | Sigma Tau Delta International Honors Society Member
Lover of fantasy and poet by choice - also a cynic and comedian.
Keep reading
More stories from Lauren Girod and writers in Poets and other communities.
Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.