fifty words is more than one might think
particularly if you are trying to use them
to form a coherent text
like I am here
We open on what we think to be two women sitting in a warmly lit room, but we can’t be sure. We inch forward, hoping for some clarity. We are careful to not make noise. We think we do this out of courtesy, but we allow it could be something more nefarious.
We decide we are not afraid.
I saw the word at the beginning of the path
It meant nothing to me
There were so many already there
Coming and going
Happy and sad
And everything in between
As the light shimmered off the placid lake,
I sat in wonderment of life;
A stranger to this place unknown to me;
Unburdened through innocence protected.
Sunlight filtered through a broken window, barely conquering the dust filled air to land on what was left of the Victrola. Kayla hesitated, just a moment, thinking she could escape before the dust anchored her to the rest of the ruins in the room. Her feet moved forward as her mind considered the possibilities.