You’ve never realized how much could really occur on a park bench in twenty minutes. How many mountains could be moved and seemingly unclimbable hills scaled in brown oxfords and long wool coats with upturned collars. 743 more words
We were walking down no-man’s land between the sea and the shore when you gave me the advice.
My toes were cold and my long, abstractly painted skirt was blowing in the wind like a piece of modern art that everyone looks at but no one truly considers. 372 more words
Waking slowly from his dreamless sleep, the elderly man took a shallow breath. He felt his lungs working like the gears of an old clock, grinding in a time where clocks actually had gears. 504 more words