Time

Written in response to thehttps://talesfromglasgow137065088.wordpress.com/2023/07/20/the-unicorn-challenge-21-07-23/. In 250 words or less to write from a picture prompt.

Walls building over time,

not sure of the destination,

but there is only one path,

to forgotten childhood memory;

A little wooden shack,

where they stopped

to take in the view,

before riding their bikes down the hillt;

the wind in their hair.

Today, a little more silver,

they stopped to remember

their childhood. Lucky to be alive;

lucky to have the time

to run down that hill again.

Best friends forever.