The Old Silo…

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PROMPT -© Marie Gail Stratford

Fifteen years had passed since Scott last passed the silo on the edge of his parents property. Last time, he was going in the opposite direction as fast as he could, creating a dust cloud on the old dirt road in an attempt to shroud away his past. Now, he stood on the side of the road looking at it, trying to remember exactly what it was that he and his father fought about that caused the rift and why he held onto it so tightly.

That’s the problem with time, it doesn’t heal all wounds.

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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