Lights On The Lane (A Slightly Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

          Lights on the lane, revealing the hidden streets and memories beneath darkness that can be felt. Walking, through a heavy night that will end at a lonesome house. Here, now, beneath the street lights memories emerge and keep this old soul company; walking beside her through the old days now passed.


          Lights on the lane, turn on one by one as the day leaves and the night closes in. Walking with "old friends" in her thoughts as she considers the passing of another dear friend where even the street lights can pierce her darkness long; still, she walks on. One more small stretch of walkway as loneliness calls her home, when solitude's grip is broken at a person's invite. A new friend calls her over, invites her in to her house after some friendly persuasion, simply sits for a while with her visibly troubled neighbor, then starts off the conversation with, "I lost my dear friend too, before I moved here.".


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