3 Line Tales Week 22- Reflection

photo by Maher El Aridi

Head to Sonya’s for more TLTs

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Silver tents lit with pretty lights adorned the flat rock that stretched for miles on the right, but broke abruptly into a steep cliff on the left.

He sat at the edge, feet dangling and swinging, staring up at the starry sky, remembering another time, a girl and words that stayed with him, even after she left.

Softly, under his breath, he spoke his sister’s sacred words,”The sky is just a reflection, the stars are really us“

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Only one more day before I leave for Mumbai, there’ll be a blog on Delhi and my frequency will hopefully increase once I’m home.

The last line was something I wrote when I was still in school and it just clicked when I saw this prompt.