October dribbles - 2
Late afternoon sun reflected on a hole in the ground like liquid gold. “There must be a stream,” said Dianna running forward to see. Dave tried to hold her back.
Late afternoon sun tangled her legs like stockings trapped and trailed from the fabric of time. Then she was gone.
Late afternoon sun tangled her legs like stockings trapped and trailed from the fabric of time. Then she was gone.
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