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Drabble #9 Takk For Alt (09.09.2025)

Resting-in-peace on a shoo-away-fly day, leaves fell, weary of dry heat. The sun peaked thru the haze but offered no warmth — or hope. Hoping to be consumed a cheery lemon-ginger scone jumped into someone's mouth. Stray thoughts were chewed by the lonely coffee-sipper: you too shall pass and be forgotten. Nothing happens to interrupt these ruminations. Life, once sought, sighs in the ennui of the shallow breathing of regrets: should'ves, could'ves, and oughts. The ghost of who-he-once-was cooing you should get up and shout! About what? The tree just shrugged and let go another leaf. He would leave soon enough. He turned to his inner child to say I'm sorry. The child embraced him and whispered, "takk for alt".

© Kåre Enga (9.septembre.2025)

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