By Lilly Ancott
A quietness spread within me, and I paced around the library aisles. Their laughter traveled past the shelves. The sounds just seemed so familiar.
His snort. A smack tells me she slapped her thigh. Quiet wheezing. Silence. Then, more laughter.
I knew it all exactly. Still, I knew I’d never be able to talk with them as I did in the spring.
Staring out the window, I watched the leaves of trees fall in the wind. The mixed colors of autumn an ever present reminder of the passage of time. Leaves crumple up, fall off, and get replaced. Just like me.
Sad and beautiful story.
I’m glad you thought so. Thanks for taking the time to read.
Thoughtfully melancholy.
Lilly, you did a great job on this story. I could feel the conflict between the memories of joy and the current feeling of abandonenment.
Thank you so much for reading!