I’m late, I’m late… just struggling with my writing. Stuck like mud on boots.
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© Erin Leary
This May or May Not Be Fiction (97 words)
“ This sunrise is amazing! Look at all those colors!”
Todd swept his arms across the skyline and whooped.
“Whoa, seriously… there’s like pink, and purple… green… Man this is unreal!”
Beside him, Kelly studied the fine lines in a fall leaf.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything this beautiful… the mountains, the trees, and that sky– I feel so alive!”
Kelly remained quiet, engrossed in the moment and her boyfriend’s enthusiasm.
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