Autumn now.
Another year is slowly drawing towards its close. Where does all the time go? The years seem to slip by so easily and we all get older as our dreams fade into regrets for what once could have been.
If only….
If only….
If only I had done… or not done… such and such. If only she had not turned to look away at that moment. What would be if something once said could be unsaid, or some silence could have been broken in some other way?
But then, what of life now? Which parts of it would remain, which parts of it would never be? There is much to lose on such a shake of the dice. Who is to say what trivial incident could bring all our worlds to a sudden end?
….
She walks in silence along the water's edge. The river is calm, cold and uninviting. The dawn light bright behind the big, heavy clouds. The trees shiver in the wind as their leaves fall to the ground.
Who knows what will happen next?
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