Bogus Lies (and) Ordinary Greatness

I started, what I call, articlulate writing years and years ago. Some of it was free associate writing, automatic writing, or what ever you chose to call it. It was, and still is, a fun outlet for me. Some of it, no one has ever read before. A lot of it .... maybe nobody should...


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Endings


E n d i n g s
                                                                                  By «im Uhr


She sat alone in the gazebo.
            The wind blew her hair. But there was no one there to see the rumpled mess it was becoming. She didn’t try to brush it, for she had no brush even if she wanted to. The wind blew hair into her eyes, causing tears. But there was no one there to wipe them.
She starred off into nothingness, for there was no one else to look at.
She was alone.
A cold breeze blew past her. The weather was changing. Summer was ending. Autumn was creeping in, like a thief in the night. One day it was summer, but sometime in the middle of the night, while no one was watching, the leaves started to turn, birds got ready for their long flights, and cool breezes sunk up on you. Now at night it was wise to carry a jacket, an extra layer of protection.
Autumn brought many things to an end; Ice cream, Baseball, Swimming, Walks in the park, Bike riding, and Love affairs…
She didn’t need to know reasons. Things ended. Autumn came. Winter would soon follow. It’s just they way things were.
She wiped a final teardrop from her eye and headed home alone. Before winter came. 

The end.

Alone Again                      'Nother sad song
                                       ALone

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