With each step forward,
I become more out of breath—
Out of breath and time.
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GRANDMA NELSON
Daddy pulled off the interstate, and I saw the all familiar red barn, and I knew we had arrived at Grandma Nelson's farm. I always had mixed feelings about seeing my Grandmother. It seemed she had as many Grandchildren as the old Mother in the shoe nursery rhyme. I saw her as different, but that is not why I hestiated. The truth be known I always got in trouble at her house, and ended up sitting in the car after I had been scolded.
By Susan Payton5 days ago in Fiction
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The final line landed softly but stayed heavy. It felt less like regret and more like awareness, which made it resonate.
Nice job.
You've captured that feeling of racing against time.