Echo Of Time
Oct 31st, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I watched the child in the blue sweatshirt jump in the leaves, laughing. What a delight to have heard the echo of his chortle as I sat with the cool autumn breeze against my face. I had my novel opened at the same page for the last fifteen minutes, my eyes focused on the fair-haired boy.
He plopped down, waved his hands through the leaves and looked at the clear sky.
I closed my book and lifted myself up with my cane.
The boy had gone and all I saw were leaves blowing in the park.
That boy was me.
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