Wednesday, November 9, 2011

100 words: Cliche


I walk through the weeping cherry tree—its leaves raining down on me, dusting my jacket with brightness. Two years ago, we first walked hand in hand between the tall grey oak trunks, intentionally stepping on the crunchy leaves, orange against the dry grass. I emerge into the open blue sky. It's clear and cold, as if preparing a clean slate for the winter. I finally understand the old cliché.  

This was an assignment for a class in grad school--100 words based on the prompt cliche.

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