Thursday 6 November 2014

Kyrons writing


It was clear from her stare that she knew exactly what I had done. She had keen eyes alight with mischievous youth. Her cracked lips were furling around gums where teeth once stood. Her beautiful rich indigo velvet coat was  folded carefully to frame the face. I clearly see deep channels of time, etched into a wizened surface.

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