Dusted Mornings

940
  0%
  0

Tags

The elder wooden chair creaked beneath her weight as she rocked back and forth drinking her coffee. The dust settled outside the window on the old dirt road where her house sat. For just a moment, she almost forgot about her. She wasn’t trying ...

The elder wooden chair creaked beneath her weight as she rocked back and forth drinking her coffee. The dust settled outside the window on the old dirt road where her house sat. For just a moment, she almost forgot about her. She wasn’t trying to, but even if she did, she’d remember again after the coffee hit her lips. That’s what she was, an awakening. The first sip of coffee, dust settling into its home. She was fishing and mud and the smell of freshly cut grass. She was everything on the days she remembered, and nothing on the ones she could not. But she could always find her here, in her coffee, telling her good morning.

Alexandra L. Narron

Global Scriggler.DomainModel.Publication.Visibility
There's more where that came from!