Fiction · Writephoto

The Prince and The Flautist – #Writephoto

The horizon glowed orange well after the sun had set. The small group of men, well three men and two boys, made steady progress away from the glow and into the night. One of the boys had his hands bound and he stuttered forward between the others, defeated but defiant. The other boy, who brought… Continue reading The Prince and The Flautist – #Writephoto

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Fiction · Writephoto

The Avenue – #writephoto

This place, this beautiful Eden-esque place holds a very important place in my heart. The quaint little avenue over-arched by the trees was where I spent most of my childhood. Unlike most avenues, this one was not infested by traffic. Usually the only vehicles that could be seen here were bicycles being ridden by kids,… Continue reading The Avenue – #writephoto