December, 1941

The city used to shine in the early morn light. The sea, then a river, used to hold it in its bosom as lover hold his beloved photo in the locked locket. When the stars on the clear winter sky used to twinkle, the river used to be shining from the lights of the city. The breeze used to blow the Christmas Carol all around making the night more serene and melancholy.

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An Early Morn

The old storyteller stopped looking at the beach in the setting sun. He said, after lighting his pipe and leaving the dense smoke, in marooned voice–December, 1941 changed it all… 

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The Beach

In response to 100 Word Wednesday: Week 11 & Thursday Photo Prompt (03/23/2017)

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