The wind carried his laughter through the park and everyone stopped to listen. They stopped to hear its happiness. Tinged slightly with pain. Pain of the past, but it was still laughter. Something that out stood time itself. Written By Alecia Writes

3 thoughts on “Tinged

  1. Incredible snapshot. I enjoyed reading this.

  2. Lovely. Took me there, I could feel the grass between my toes and see the dog looking quizically at me wondering why I wasn’t throwing the frisbee.

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