Whispers drift through trees.
A shadow crosses water.
Still.
Memory clings to stone
… in the silent grotto.
By Sarah © 2025
Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: grotto (17 words)
Whispers drift through trees.
A shadow crosses water.
Still.
Memory clings to stone
… in the silent grotto.
By Sarah © 2025
Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: grotto (17 words)