Missed It, Tis Life He stumbles across a green field of make-believe. Walking, distraction clings to each action. An infinite game of whack-a-mole, passion. Traveling down the water cut path, eventually he falls. Time and distance charm with dreams; curse with memories; and defy to be recalled correctly. Soon is the season of crawling. #flashfiction 50 words #fiction
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