Fifty Word Friday # 7: Afterwards

An extra space in your toothbrush holder. The cold sheets next to you no matter what time it is. Making coffee and driving to work without saying goodbye as you leave the house. The lack of that person. Those missing rituals and tics that came with a person now gone.   Photo by Soroush Karimi on Unsplash

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50 Word Friday #1: Fall

The heat of the red, decaying leaves mixes with the cool air as I take a breath. It is dry here, but the leaves that I step on are soft and squelch under the weight of my boots. Perhaps it is the softness of the decay. The softness of fall.

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