The sunlight glitters off of the tannin-stained waters of the swiftly moving river. The tree branches weep over the riverbank.
I feel the week's anxiety creep back into my soul, blocking out whatever beauty lies before me. My heart races, my vision narrows, and the colors before me all seem to lose their luster.
Just then a breeze rustles through the fall leaves, creating a symphony of calm. My heart settles, my world widens, and I once again see the glittering gold waters before me. I remember all this world has to offer, and I think to myself:
Not Bad
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Drabbles
Short StoryDrabbles are very short works, exactly 100 words, to convey something in very few words. This is my collection of drabbles usually about something I felt/experienced, or an idea I wanted to put into words.
