A ramshackle old place with an occasional flickering light behind the windows
Friday, 5 July 2013
(A writing prompt from
: 33 words on any subject)
The noises in the too silent house didn't ever stop.
The sound of his footsteps on paths he never took.
The sound of words he should have said.
No wonder he couldn’t sleep.
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