55 woorden, attempting 55 words



Niet makkelijk zo’n 55-woorden-wedstrijd.

and an attempt to turn it into 55 words


Eventually he chooses water. Tired of tides. Next to him some words. For someone. For later.

Purple haired, she looks old. A bicycle drove her this far.

A miracle. She never loved the days herself. But still around.

Shredded words flit like butterflies.

A few hours later…

Honey, I’m home!”

At least today.