Writing a story is like crossing a stream, now I’m on this rock, now I’m on this rock, now I’m on this rock.
– Ann Beattie
Tag: path
#quikfic 26
My future self came and told me how terrible and lonely his life was. I chose another path, which put us both out of our misery.
haiku 233
humid afternoon –
three helicopters
cross my path
haiku 61
spring growth
rapidly covers
the path to his grave