Friday Picture Show Week 35

 

A whisper of wind. Cold. A forewarning of winter.

Barren trees. Fallen leaves swirl on the ground. Lifeless and lost, like her heart.

She’d never know he sent the postcard, never know he’d tried to reach her. His last words lay trapped in a twig’s cruel embrace, lost from the postman’s satchel and carried away on the breeze.

He knows that she never read his final words. Never knew his love for her before the war took him.

He watches, seeing the seasons of his love’s life go by, and waits endlessly for her, like words trapped in a tree.

Judge Michelle Smith said:

I truly FELT this one. The cold wind, the leaves – all the details placed me in the scene. Beautifully written.

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