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.
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.
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