Short Story & Photo of the Day

Every evening on my way home from class, I would park my car and take a walk by the farm. She would be in the distance, staring. Never coming close.

Today was different. She walked. The hairs on her tail moving with the breeze as she walked closer to me. Close enough to hear my whispers of her beauty. Close enough foe me to touch, but not close enough.

She eyes me with curiosity. With knowing. I feel she can read my thoughts, and I feel as though I want her to know everything.


Would she look at me differently if she knew the things I did? Would she keep her distance or would she allow us to become friends.

I’ll come back tomorrow. Let her read another secret. Maybe, just maybe, she’ll know everything and set me free.


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