Lingering Habits of Love- A 100 Word Tale

Photo prompt credit - TBD Every morning that door is in my view; The iron gate rusted but reminiscent of glory days. I prefer to walk the other direction, Past 1214 with its smiling cement lions, welcoming, whimsical I smile back in spite of myself. But no, mornings would not be for that.It was to … Continue reading Lingering Habits of Love- A 100 Word Tale