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Waiting “Why are you here?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. “I’m waiting for you.” Her heels clunked against the cabinet in a familiar rhythm. “I’ll wait forever if I have to.” “I won’t be long now.” Ephemeral fingers traced his aged cheek before…
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. The Sands of Time The sand flows steadily on: seconds, minutes, hours… building into days, weeks, years… Memories of childhood joy lies smothered beneath arid desert. Still, enough time remains to build sandcastles before the glass turns once more.
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