Poetry

It was

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Week 252 of Three Line Tales

photo by Linus Sandvide via Unsplash

quite dark out and as a lite my torch to find my way around the field that night, I came to a dead-end and couldn’t remember which way to go.

Was left that would lead me back to the house or farther into the woods.

Or was it right that would guide me to the house and if I hurry now I can make it there before someone or something come out and find me instead.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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