Annette Snyckers

Capitulation by Ttynnare Kneecss
(A ‘Drabble’ of exactly 100 words)

It was already February and she was running – still trying to catch up with last year. She noticed how the bracken lay bronzed and flattened by the heat. Things happen so fast. You wish for them, but then they rush forward and slip from your grip! She had so much planned for this summer, but it turned out differently. Now she felt wilted and worn out, the freshness of her expectations faded like the limp hydrangeas drained of their colour. She sat down under the big oak, ready to quit the race – then lay back in the shade and stretched.


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