The lock locked 🔒.
The tie straightened 👔.
The button buttoned.
The tear fell 😿.
The heart pumped 💗.
The pen signed 🔏.
The accepted challenge 📜 read,
If it would save someone’s life later, could you walk away indefinitely, so it would?
If you could, would you have the willpower to usher in its unplotted course?
About the Creator
EYHCS
Poet by birth. Writer by craft. Artist by nature. I write poems, prose, short stories, fiction, and realism works of art dissecting the human condition and the resilience of the human mind. Many of my pieces are metaphoric stanzas.
Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Fiction
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