Saturday, October 6, 2012

Someday never comes.





His dreams and ambitions taped to his soul start to curl and yellow as they hang forgotten. The fire once in his belly doused by liquid courage. Someday never comes inside these walls.



This post inspired by the weekend Trifextra at www.trifectawritingchallenge.com
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6 comments:

  1. That's a lot of story taken from that photo. Nicely done!

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  2. I agree with Lumdog. You have a before and after story there.

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  3. Can hear Creedence in an endless loop! Nice.

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