My coach wore me down
like a pencil sharpener
to hone me to my best self.
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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 Moore3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
I love the imagery!! Well done:
Brilliantly put, how you capture both sides of it.
Amazing message
This is so profound, with little words
Oooo, this was so deep and powerful! Loved your Haiku!
It is a marvelous perspective