Not How It Usta' Been...
Realizing our parents kept growing after we grew up.
Father once told me and my friend
that drawing with pen would poison our skin.
Dad now has more ink than me
and grows his own green,
as mellow today as rigid back then.
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Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore2 days ago in Fiction
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