Walking down this road brings back loads of memories; these giant trees on both sides have been the ardent reader of those frayed pages of my life. My hand brushes against the leaves; it reminds me of the person who once held my hand as we walked.
The Sun’s rays penetrate their way through the trees and illuminate the horizon ahead of me. In the vagueness of dawn, I see him. But who’s this girl with him? I feel pierced to the heart.
Turn the page, my conscience whispers. Turning to the rising Sun, I stoutly walk past them.

Written by Chirasree Bose for 100 Word Wednesday: Week 42
U described a moment with such precision…. The feelings and thoughts that u described in such post was amazing …
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So happy that you felt so😊😊 thank you
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And nobody gets to die
Yayy !!
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Haha…😁😁
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Beautiful, I’m proud of her 😎
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😊😊thank you
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Welcome 😊💐
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That inner strength is not always available so your character is to be admired…
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😊😊 thank you
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You make things so simple with your expressions
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Thank you 🙂
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There is a ghostly air about this. Atmospheric.
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🙂
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Very atmospheric, Sree.
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Thank you 😊
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