VISUAL PROMPT

Photo by Nick Scott @ instagram.com/freetheseagulls

Write a story set on this misty path.

forgotten

My footsteps are silenced by the weeds poking through the damp path. My breaths are visible in the cold morning air, a veil of silence between me and the rest of the world. Walking down this path, wiping my clammy hands on the front of my tee shirt. All but remind me of my past and my could-have-been’s. The significance of this path is invisible, but it’s the lighthouse that guides me to work each day. From when I was young and riding bikes, to when I was in highschool, reaching out to hold a hand and missing, beating myself up the rest of the way. It’s what keeps me sane, but it’s also what reminds me of what I never did. Each morning as I take the brisk walk I hope and pray that another person will walk by me, wave even. Give me the socialization that I desperately need. More often then not however, I am solely greeted by the calls of birds up above, the cool breeze going through the few grey hairs left on my head.

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