Every Day

Trying to write every day. I've been told it helps.

Start

I leaf through pages of the hundreds of fiction books lining my bedroom walls. Outside seems gloomy. Inside feels the same. The mirror catches my eye...
Cherry

Solemnity in Paradise

The lines in my palms glistened a violent crimson, and I realized with hopelessness what had occured. A blissful feeling in the air surpassed my dread, and my eyes shot up to her glowing face in the dark. " You made me do it again. "

A Jumble [of words]

Fast forward through decades of talking but saying nothing to those who sing along with the expired split, crack, crunch of an autumn leaf without actually having felt it.