SOLUS

The vista looks grim this morning. A grey, brooding doldrum. Without you, there is no sun-kissed upland. No blissful smile. I turn away. The chore of life weighs heavy. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted by SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt was: Vista. Click on the link to read more stories by other writers. For those who … Continue reading SOLUS