then october came

I had no face until she painted it, and for a while, this worked. Then October came and so did the rain. Without eyes, I couldn’t find my way back to her. Without a mouth, I couldn’t ask for help. On the street corner, I stayed, waiting for spring.

flash fiction | Tommy Tung
art | Agnes Eperjesi


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