The woods were…—Elaine Bonow

The woods were lovely and quiet that night. The light from the full moon painted everything black and white. Sarah stood on the screen porch. It seemed like a long time since she had come back to that place, that very place which meant so much to her.

Since her father died she had tried to live her own life in a more sophisticated world, one with high-powered people and fast, happening parties.

This place surrounded by nature, seemed foreign to her now that she was a grown woman.

“When was the last time I looked up at the moon and where have those stars been hiding? Am I missing something in my life?”

A gentle breeze moved the millions of leaves as if a giant had breathed and then the rustling stopped. Her mood was broken by the sound of a car crunching slowly along the gravel driveway.


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Posted on February 9, 2012, in Fiction. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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