The note

A lonely path. It is windy. A note is lying on the ground. Large colorful letters painted on it. I want to pick it up, but the wind carries it away. Before it is gone, the letters scream one last time the words they are forming: I‘m sorry dad!


This has been written as part of writing 101. The prompt can be found here.

I hope you liked it (:
-Ben

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