Im thinking of making a book to go with this ending the thought up just now: She disappered into a sunlit walkway and a puff of powdery mist. The shiloueted figure waved goodbye and vanished. The particals of powder sparkeled in the setting sun. He stood and wacthed till his feet started moving on their own accord, His hand touched the powdery mist. He lifted up his head to look out the wind window to the clear blue sky as a bird flew by he thought 'a dove,arent they good luck?'.He look back to the mist "thank you" he whispered off into the distance. He lingered a second longer then walked down the sunlit staircase.
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Ellie Rein Hale · Mon Mar 26, 2007 @ 03:17am · 0 Comments |