The darkness has made its way earlier than usual preceding what she already guesses will be a dull, cold, sad winter. With dry lips, eyes nearly closed and still the smell of perfume, she’s making her way back to her already sweet home. 735 more words
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Trio no. 4.”
After twenty-nine years in the US military, a thirty-two year marriage to my sweet heart sitting next to me as we speed along interstate 90 through the great state of South Dakota, in our new 1997 Chevrolet Corvette, in mid July with the center top off.