We’re Done

A whisper shifts the ground beneath her feet. Whatever he meant, he said it instead. A cool breeze pulled her ponytail southbound, and tears spread her cheeks. She folded her arms and shifted her weight to her back foot. Whatever she meant, she said it instead. A crisp slap across his cheek said it all. 

(© 2021 AC)

Dusting off Dreams

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