Shameless is my fall
I lived full fruitful seasons
Now I ride the wind
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin6 days ago in Fiction
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This is a beautiful metaphor for life that ties in so well with the prompt. Nicely done! c:
I absolutely love how you became the leaf. How your fall is shameless. The way you lived a fruitful season. Riding the wind. Was a nice touch for the last line. Fantastic work, George 🤗❤️