Shameless is my fall
I lived full fruitful seasons
Now I ride the wind
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Lap Cat
My nose is dripping, and Delia is tracing her fingers through my hair. Her husband is shirtless by the microwave, heating up leftovers from New Year's Eve. In 60 seconds, I'll be shoving mouthfuls of risotto between my quivering lips like a child and picking at semi-stale dinner rolls. Then, I'll pass my plate to one of their three Tabby cats (whom I can never tell apart) and let him/her/them (?) lick it clean.
By Erin Latham Shea2 days ago in Fiction
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This is a beautiful metaphor for life that ties in so well with the prompt. Nicely done! c:
I absolutely love how you became the leaf. How your fall is shameless. The way you lived a fruitful season. Riding the wind. Was a nice touch for the last line. Fantastic work, George 🤗❤️