One sentence story #14

Painting by Haral Sohlberg


No echoes of the clash of battle linger on the silent mountainside and the strange field of moon daisies smiling up at the silvery sun, their roots tangled with the sinews and tendons of the long forgotten.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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