Image by Steven from Pixabay
Reality is
a burning spice; difficult
to fully swallow.
About the Creator
Echoes
I stepped carefully around the corner, the familiar sights and sounds hitting me like a brick to the face. My eyes watered. I could practically see us, all of us, back then, clustered around the outdoor tables in front of the pizza shop, the bar, the coffee shop. I could smell the various stalls from the events we’d been to on this street. I could taste the churros and nachos.
By Phoenixica246 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Great work! Fantastic💜🤎💙♥️❤️💚🩵🩶🩶🖤🩷💛
Amen!! 😁
OOOH! I really like this! Invites much contemplation, and rings with truth. Well done!!