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 Sheila Moeschen at Stay Curious 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!