What a gorgeous image Sue Vincent has provided us with this week. If you’d like to join in, click here to visit Sue Vincent’s prompt page. This photo is so lovely it might just inspire another story. We’ll see. Regardless, here’s the first.
Running in Autumn
Jill’s favorite time to run was always autumn, a slight chill, maybe some mist. She felt alive while her environs moldered in wormy scents. She was never cautious—then—as she is now. Hard slaps of shoe on pavement not these delicate, afraid to slip on wet leaves, afraid of falling, toes then heels, gliding, slow movements that ricochet in her dreams.
In her dreams she is constantly running, chasing the mirage of her soulmate, except he keeps changing, never evolving, which should prove something to her waking self but seldom does.
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