The front lawn was different now. Ten years had passed. Once neat and tidy, the years of neglect had not been kind.
The gate was open. An omen, perhaps.
I crossed through the high grass and weeds. I had come home and my heart was at rest.
Let it sleep.
Susan Gale Wickes spent many years in the newspaper industry, but is now devoting her time and energy to writing poetry and short stories. She recently had a poem published in Haiku Journal and has just discovered the challenge of creating 50-word stories.
Beautiful. It’s amazing how so few words can say so much. I’ve been there.
Your beautiful words are always amazing to me…….
Thanks, Susan. I try to speak (and write) from the heart…
Thank you, Sandy. I think this resonates with many. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Loved. It ~ was just thinking about that yard and our good times there !
Thanks, Rita. And aren’t old memories always the best?
I love the visual you create here with so little words :-)
Thanks, Kelly. This is something new for me and it is somewhat of a challenge to create a story using only 50 words….but I like a challenge.