Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, August 3:

Coat collar turned up, cheeks red from the cold. A haze of amber-blonde hair, flecked with drops of water like stars.

Winter. The rain almost ice but not quite, a grey fog in the air.

Winter–

A slow, secretive smile.

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2 responses to “Sunday Six

  1. mdsuze

    Lovely and reflective.

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