The Morning AfterA Story by papaed A 55 word story challenge response. Still numb with shock and lack of sleep, I stepped around the Christmas tree lying in the snow, with colored lights all awry. Reality and the charcoal smell brought tears to this deathly scene. Large icicles glistened from charred rafters over the piano and children’s toys. The sun is out of place here! What now? © 2009 papaed |
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papaedKansas City, MOAboutno erudite pontifications, no complex extrapolations no intentional hurtful lies, just simple age-wise aliteration and prose, of a man who's in the throes of living day to day from his head down to.. more..Writing
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