Golden Fields – 50 Word Story

Thanks to Richard Ankers and Laine Theodore for the short story in 50 words idea.


Your words dance like a whisper across the golden fields. The sun’s glistening beams blind my eyes and judgment. I try to remember what it was. In the morning, things might be different. But today, as the sun fades away, your memory dies, just like the end of the day.




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