There was magic in how the clouds floated overhead, and in the way raindrops danced on the pavement. Magic swirled in the laughter that rang between the decorated walls of homes, and even in the tears cried over heavy burdens of pain and immeasurable joy alike.
Magic could be found in the dust long settled in forgotten attics, trapped in photographs and heirlooms. There was magic in the way sunlight caressed cheeks, and the words read in its soft glowing hues.
Last, but never least, magic existed everywhere humans came together, celebrating, loving, supporting each other.
Such used to be the way of everyday magic.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Tiny Stories
Cerita PendekA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
