Occasional Prose · Poetry

Come What May

The door’s open, come what may.

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The FOR SALE sign slowly burned.

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The neighborhood watched behind closed curtains.

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“The end is nigh,” it read.

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The CLOSED sign was in neon.

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The open door closed many out.

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Six word stories? Writing prompts? A weirdly edited poem? You decide.

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