Weeds lick at the roadside cross, savoring the dereliction. Cars hurtle past. A lonely soul yearns for a ride home.
A vivid morsel — nicely done.
Sad and spooky.
Heart breaking, with his death he won his freedom
What a lonely portrait! Well done, Madeline!
Thank you all so much for reading and for commenting. I really appreciate it!
Haunting and beautifully written.
Beautiful choice of words to express the off-stage feelings of a grieving survivor.
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