Have you ever heard nothing? When walking along the road, I hear my shoes on the gravel, a car in the distance or a bird or a squirrel. On top of a mountain, you can even hear a slight breeze rustling the trees.
The only real time you hear nothing is when they close the lid on your casket.
Monday, February 23, 2009
59 word Story "Return to Earth"
I’m finally heading back to Earth from my last space mission. It will be spring and I will see the green velvet in the hills just before the brown carpet of summer.
I have missed the seasons, going to the beaches letting the surf wash over my feet, but most of all, I have missed my mom’s apple pie.
I have missed the seasons, going to the beaches letting the surf wash over my feet, but most of all, I have missed my mom’s apple pie.
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