In spring, leaves will reemerge, he won’t.
He is here now, breathing, full of thousand worries and feelings, occupying space; in an instant, he’ll disappear and become a fictitious character in flaky memories.
My 33 words for Trifecta , this week.
“In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it. Take it wherever you like, but make it original and make it 33 words exactly. “