Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=LOAN. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES. (Link goes active Wed night).
He stares up at me, eyes pale green and wide, questioning my choice to sink into cushions,
The deep leaning comfort of an easy chair
Inside the home we share.
He’d rather go out and catch the fading Autumn sun, the flickering rasp of leaves in a breeze
That might be a bird, or maybe the disappearing twitch of squirrel tail.
