A Bloom of Hope

I await my next ride, the pain in my heart constant. An asphalt flower, my sole companion, breaks free of its prison.

A beaten up truck judders to a stop, narrowly missing my friend.

"Where ya heading, son?"

"North."

We pull away, leaving behind memories of Anna, and the tiny flower reaching for the sun.

 

Mark Brown.

A Bloom of Hope is a post from: Aztec Books