In an existed flash of a memory …
Something/someone ran by …
That was a child …
The shoes made known noises …
That the street …
With auburn bricks …
In a fibered universe …
Which sooner than not, was gone …
As it was I …
Short Stories
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Your writing is almost like flashbacks. Very short snips of imagery that paint a quick picture within the reader’s mind without having to be extremely detailed. I like this one in particular because it reminds me of the innocence of childhood and the dawn of growth and how quickly childhood passes us by.