Sunday Photo Fiction: Dear Autumn

September 29, 2016

Dear Autumn,

I want to thank you. Because of you, I met the most perfect guy today. It was while I was walking in the park, admiring the trees’ ever-changing colors. Autumn has always been my favorite season. I guess I’m attracted to dead leaves. πŸ˜„

Anyway, I was gazing up at the tree and wasn’t watching where I was going. I walked into this guy with his coffee and dog. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” I said as I stared ghastly at his coffee-stained shirt.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, “I have hundreds of shirts at home.” That was when I looked up and met his eyes and was mesmerized. It was like looking at liquid emerald. “Hi,” he smiled like a movie star, “I’m Andy.”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. “I-I’m Grace.” He smiled again which caused me to drown in love and happiness.

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September 30, 2017

Dear Autumn,

I want to thank you. Because of you, my heart is broken into a million pieces. Andy and I returned to the spot we met a year ago and there, he told me he’d met someone even more special. I was wrong about you. You’re not my favorite season.

(200 words)

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