Fiction, Nano Fiction, writing

Summer’s Gone

Rain collects on the barbeque plate. Eddies of red and bronze swirl along the footpath. Anonymous dogs bark, invisible in the thick, grey morning.

Ovals shed their grass stained whites for more colourful livery. Potato salad yields to potato soup. Clocks corrected, darkness arrives in time for tea. Summer’s gone.


Copyright © 2017 Bronwyn Joy Hansen. All Rights Reserved.
Image Eric Jones [CC2.0] via Wikimedia Commons

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