– Photo from Pixabay.com.
Shared dreams like mist swirl in vivid colors. I reach for them, but they dissipate in my hands.
“I’m tired from the pursuit,” I say. “I’m contemplating surrender.”
She says, “Let me carry you and when I tire you can carry me.”
– Written for YeahWrite.me Weekly Writing Challenge 259 question prompt. WC 42
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