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Mala Burt, who writes with Laura Ambler, blogs about inspiration in writing, gardening, food, and life in St. Michaels – the prettiest town on Maryland's Eastern Shore.
Autumn has come. Yes, it was the fall of the year, but it was much more than that. The bench where they had courted so many years before, had like them seen the creep of time. The smooth subtle skin of their faces, had with time grown lined and less pliant. So too the bench, weathered and stained, exposed to yet another year of blowing winds and rain. It had once been bright and welcoming in its freshly lacquered sheen. Now it too, like they, faced the autumn of its days.
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This is great. The day I took that photo it had been raining and the lichens on the tree and the bench were more visible than usual. What a terrific piece of flash fiction. Some word combinations I especially liked…”creep of time, smooth subtle skin of their faces (nice alliteration), and “freshly lacquered sheen.” Thanks so much for sharing your work.
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