Time

Time no longer stands still. Time erodes stalwarts of the community, their once haughty airs erased from this city skyline and virtually from our memories. Time collectively speeds toward obscurity as flakes of paint float down from the wall onto the crumbling sidewalk below.
Anticipation of events to come is all but forgotten on this crowded street of memories. Collectively, the town exhaled and with it, population scattered. Hope lost. Streets empty.
Blue skies now dominate the skyline above the broken fray of what used to be. What might have been. What could have been.
If only love conquered all.
Written for: Week 8 – 100 Word Wednesday
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A story full of melancholy. Nicely done.
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how well you described the photo like an art critic giving words to an artist’s impression, i like the sound of hope lost when love dies -thats really melancholic – i love this so much -wish i could do the same!
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I love your submission this week — much the same vein I had originally started writing, but so rich and full ❤ Thank you kindly!
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the photo does make for a homecoming scene kind of feel, a long forgotten town, tat’s why I felt your description matched the feeling I got but couldn’t write that good!
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You are so kind! Thank you so much 😊
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Wow, this is Excellent writing!
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Thank you kindly 😊
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Most welcome.
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😊
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Powerful piece, and so true: time is a slow but unstoppable killer of memories and monuments and meaning.
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❤️
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Lovely writing 🙂
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❤️Thank you ❤️
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A lovely interpretation of this photograph. I have also driven through towns with this sort of neglect although I didn’t think you got this in America.
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Oh yes – unfortunate but true. Thank you for stopping by 🙂
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Beautifully written! 😊 And delightfully sad. Loved this! ♥
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Thank you kindly ❤
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🙂 💕
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