Flash Fiction: Seasons Change

This story inspired by the Monday Picture Prompt:  Looking off into the distance… on Flashy Fiction, May 28, 2012.

On The Bluff

Seasons Change

Things have not changed too much out here on this rock overlooking the bay where I spent my life.  Even the view has remain largely unmolested.  The cart-worn road has evolved into two paved lanes on which cars speed along.  The boats and ships look different and make more noise, but are not nearly as majestic and graceful looking as the ships of my day, sails full of wind.  People seem to be in such a hurry now.  For me, though, time passes slowly as I spend my days here, watching the seasons change, remembering.

 

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