http://slow.writerscafe.org/vernam The original writings of author Vernam en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115368 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Our last December sun is setting,like a fading white candle,a moribund twenty-five cents.Am I tiring?Do I strain your eyes?The reflection you don't want to see? My wrinkles aren't enough,not enough to hidethe young boy underneath.You said you were hungryso we left the dust,we left the ston.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vernam/984471/ We walked, just as we did every day.  Side by side, shoulders almost touching, swimming through the oncoming bodies, two fish swimming upstream. We used to talk, laugh, joke about anything at all.  Today, we just walk in silence. "Is there anything wrong?" I had asked her just minutes bef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vernam/984006/ A boy relives a terrible day in his dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vernam/983998/ A dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vernam/983593/