55-Over

Enveloped in bitter night,

We walk silently along our separate paths,

Time for any discussion long since gone.

The waning moon, near invisible,

Behind drifting patches

Of blackened clouds,

Illuminating briefly, though well enough

For all the grim reminders

Of both our indiscretions, to appear

Cast in unfortunate shadows

Laid bare across an icy trail.

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55 Flash Fiction Friday: Compose a story in 55 words and report back
to the G-Man at http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/ …every Friday.

55-Recipe for Success

A reasonable amount of talent;

A lot of hard work;

A knack for improvisation;

A decent bit of humility;

At least a show of respect;

And a large pinch of gratitude.

But most importantly: The ability to walk away with grace if things don't work out, knowing you already have everything needed to be successful.

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55 Flash Fiction Friday: Compose a story in 55 words and report back
to the G-Man at http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/ …every Friday.

The Journey

The open road

Projected before us,

Awaiting life,

Undisturbed.

Through dimly cast light,

We imagine

What's there,

While squinting

Toward signposts

Too distant and blurred.

Shadowy paths

Veering off

Beyond sight,

Flanked by forests

Of dark indecision.

Impulses quelled

By illusions of past

Keep us focused

On views

Smooth, yet narrow.

Looking back

What we see

Is shrouded in mist,

True memory

Forever eludes us.

Just one way to go,

Though the route

Is our choice,

And adventure

Our tireless friend.

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Winter's Gift

A crystalline beauty

Enfolds us

In its delicate pallet

Of glassy hues;

Charmingly cool,

Deceptively inviting.

Diamond-encrusted

Throughways,

Defying brisk resolve;

A veiled admonition

To our reluctant embrace

Of nature's respite.

The gift of the season:

Perhaps as much

About what lies within,

As without;

A well-timed invitation

For reflective pause.

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