Friday Fictioneers: Lost in Winter

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* Holy eff it’s already friday, I didn’t realize it until just now. at 8:30 pm.. Hope you enjoy.*

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Word Count: 100

Miles and miles,

we drove.

We had packed our car,

we were gone.

Days and days,

we talked.

We discussed our Future,

we were free.

Hours and hours

we sat in silence.

We had argued,

we would heal.

Weeks and weeks,

we finally stopped.

A small town,

called winter.

Years and years,

Kept Enslaved.

We found Solace,

In the snow.

Hours and hours,

we walked.

He lost his footing,

my hand slipped.

Miles and miles,

Ice and snow.

Our wedding night

would be without a groom.

A sign on a tree,


“Here lies Sommer,

Lost in winter.”

15 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Lost in Winter

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  1. I liked the way you used “Days and days,” “Hours and hours,” “Miles and miles,” etc. It reminded me of the rhythm of life, and the loss at the end, reminded me of the fragility of life. Very nicely done!


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