Day: December 9, 2006

Fiction

55-Words: Footprints

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Like a long forgotten but much loved sweaterThe memory of him tumbled into her sight When she was taking one of her rare solitary walksShe paused outside his doorAnd stood for a long whileBefore walking away When she got home, hours later,there were footprints outside her doorMatching his shoes.

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And Then Again..

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And in those grand old days when we laughed for attentionAnd suppressed our smiles into thin lines for humourAn unsmiling, unparalleled stare captivated usCompelling us to stay And we followed, hypnotizedby that novel concept of cold independenceThat we imagined it meant We often wondered why we were heldRelentlessly, while we…