Raven Feathers

They would sit by the fence, spitting sunflower seed shells and chatting about faraway countries. Actually, her dad rarely talked, but he was a perfect listener and he never missed a single train. No matter what he was doing in the house or in the garden, he would appear by her side right before the first wagon came into sight.

sliver moon
that constant itching
under the cast

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©Tzetzka Ilieva, 2016

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