Still got color in her cheeks, as she takes the well rehearsed steps back home, putting distance between her and his windowed loft. Railroad tracks ground her feet.
A silly fool, she was. Not love. Such a tender heart, she wears it on a scarlet cuff. Cuts to feel the pain, erase the hurt.
© Grace Black
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Overachiever award (using all three photos)