Red Boat Yellow Doors
Two stories in exactly 50 words.
Red Boat
The trees betrayed the little red boat, and they were caught, lying in tall grass, drowsing in each other’s arms. They were too young. Just too young!
But … is there an age requirement for love? And is there already so much affection in the world that it should be hindered?
Yellow Doors
It’s a small room with yellow doors where the judgement of strangers is refused entry. This is the quiet space he’s needed his whole life, a place to rest, free from suspicion.
His sins were absolved a long time ago, his conscience clear. Leave him alone now, let him be.
*Thank you to
at for her lovely boat photo.
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Why 50 on one photo and none on other?
Ah, to be "Just too young!" again. Love these little stories that say so much!