50 Word Stories: The Escape



Winter strove to draw the girl’s essense; she swept it back in with blue-tinged fingers. Her breath made swirling strikes for freedom, all those curling plumes of self, but the little girl required them more. At eight, she’d still so many sparkling winters to see.

15 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: The Escape

    1. There’s something wrong with my WP reader. I keep having people tell me the same thing. It’s saying I’m following them but not showing their posts. I don’t know how to sort it out. It’s infuriating.

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