Requiem for an Autumnal Moment
Another breeze. More rustling leaves. Shadows spread, then recede. Clouds drift between the sun and the yard. The first leaves fall.
Mira finishes tapping on her Asus. She stretches, walks over and states that she’s done. Another breeze stirs the tops of the maples on Theresa’s yard. They wind chime plays again.
a shudder as the
last note ends
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
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