Hi this is for Trifecta: Trifextra week 101.
Studying, alone at the coffee shop.
Boredom.
Scritching of pencils.
Motley cars passing through,
their reflection a shroud in the window.
Tomorrow
studying
alone
again.
She didn’t see the figure in the background.
Photo Credit to:
Thomas Leuthard @ Foter.com
Hi everyone! This is for Trifecta Writing Challenge, I have to use the word quaint (in this case meaning odd), and the story must be between 33- 333 words.
The cabinet sat in a dingy room whose nooks and crannies were contaminated by dust.
The dual handles on either side of the cabinet’s doors curved downwards in a moon shape, two intense eyes, traumatized by what they have witnessed.
His wood sat neglected and unfinished, rougher than a bed of gravel and sand. Really, this quaint artifact is allowed to be traumatized, for he has witnessed the passing of many generations. Once, the cabinet was happy. It had awoken from slumber, unaware of anything. He was somewhere, a place that all cabinets should be, a place of rowdy critters, caring people, and the good kind of dust, the kind that clings to you like a gentle hug.
There was an aura in the air, almost like a secret that was about to be whispered to him. Continue reading
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