Triple Visual Dare #4 (click to see others to this weeks challenge)
Kyle felt the cold breeze of ocean air across his face, hands in his sweat shirt pockets. It was fall, and though the air was warmer here than where he was raised he still felt the bite of winter. It was Thanksgiving, and a thousand miles from anyone who he thought might care. He looked at the empty parking lot, most days it would be packed but not today. Only the crow looked and squawked at him from a lamp. He ran his hand over the cross around his neck as he looked back to the ocean and smiled.
Steven Paul Watson, Author 
This seems such a hopeful piece to me, despite the emptiness and solitary tang. Would like to know what he's remembering in that last line…!
Lovely work! Always look forward to your entries, Steven! 🙂
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There is so much below the surface here.
Is this vignette a stand alone, or a fragment of something larger?
I want to know more, and get to know Kyle better.
Cheers!
JzB
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Yeah, i was trying to get away from the depressive tone….I failed in the first draft and had to rewrite it. Not sure if I was going for hopeful… As much as everyone has that one memory, whether it be of someone that they turn to when days are at their darkest.
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nope, it's stand alone. Thanks.
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I like the touch of the cross part. A fond memory perhaps?
Very well written. Thanks for sharing.
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A story where I can take the freedom of filling blanks with my own imagination.
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