Monday, March 17, 2014

Flash 13: Meta/fore

John Russo

When I come to a resting place water drops fresh and clean glisten as they travel down blades of grass. The golden sun’s warming rays create steam vapors that evaporate across the damp, bright green fairway. I lay here patiently awaiting further flight to my final destination.

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