Blogshorts, Day 21

The Last

The summer wind sighed through the ancient cliffs, disturbing his reverie. Memories of what had been scattered like fallen leaves. Dousing the embers of their last hearth fire, he departed.

This is part of Blogshorts: 30 stories, 30 days, 30 words


6 thoughts on “Blogshorts, Day 21

  1. Speeding through our summer, aren’t we?

    I’m cranky ’cause I’m still wearing my winter jacket in the mornings. This summer has “crappy” written all over it.


  2. “How?” he wondered dismally, slouched in his chair, as his hand dipped into the Entenmann’s box to pull out the third glazed cruller. “How could I have gotten so fat?”


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