71 words: Wanderlust

Dust settled over the table like blankets. B wondered if it could be a metaphor for his aching bones but the thought passed. He was ready for the thick sheet of winter to stifle the wanderlust. The rain made the itching stop – it created a safe space for his mind to keep his need for the unknown. Tucked away into a corner, warm and glowing, his weak heart dipped in honey.

 

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