To Her
Jun 24th, 2020 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The forest had darkened with overgrown conifers. At a fork the man made a guess taking the less trodden trail.
Raucous ravens accompanied his steps. When he encountered a dead end without seeing the landmark he sought to see, he realized his mistake.
Back at the fork sadness overwhelmed his senses. He no longer was motivated to continue the walk and returned to his car.
He raised a bottle of water to her memory, vowing to try again. He’ll find that bench. The place of memories. Where he took restful breaks and she, his retriever, would wait at his feet.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
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