A starry night. She gazes at the sky through the window, choosing to avoid the porch. It brings back painful memories. She wishes she could cast a shadow over the meadow of memories, but they seem to be an inseparable part of her life. A field that stretches on forever.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time trying his hand at every genre of fiction. His work can be seen in Friday Flash Fiction, ScribesMICRO, Poetry Potion and elsewhere. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.
I felt the sadness!
It’s good to hear that.
Very poetic. And very well done, Thompson.
Thank you, Paul.
Lyrical…I can almost hear her tree frog’s song.