Bagel for the Train
a goodbye to Brooklyn
That last poppyseed,
a memory between teeth.
‘Til next time, New York.
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Elle Marie
Western NC-based gal who writes sometimes. I like plants, cats, and going to pretty places.
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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Haha, nice one!
I want to eat, too.😍😍
Delicious!