My second 50 word entry for the competition.


1. Wilt


    The car purred gently into the familiar driveway, tires following faded black marks like they remembered. I smiled gently, each smudge and smear a memory, immortalised on cold concrete.

    Approaching the door, tulips in one hand, keys in the other, I inserted them into the lock.

    They no longer fit.

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