CursiveLove (United States) published:
PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2020
His whiskey brown eyes fell upon mine as I strolled down 15th street. He staggered towards me with a cup of rattling pennies.
"You will lose your first two seeds to the world". His voice cracked like the hinges on a rusty gate.
"Good day, sir" I muttered handing over a dollar bill.
I forgot about it over the years. This morning in the doctors office it met me once again.
Her sympathy melted into my eyes and they burned with...
about 1 year ago