Sunday, April 7, 2013
5 Sentence Fiction: FLAME
Flame
The soft hiss of another bottle opening is heard under the gentle strains of guitars and voices singing in harmony.
A knowing look passes between friends as they sit under the constant, ageless moon.
Familiar laughter fills the air.
A hand reaches out to warm mine.
I see years gone by and years to come in that one moment.
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