The heart hides in tween and awakens in twenty. By thirty, there are little heartbeats and spirits to consider. Forty brings the first real sad goodbyes. By the end of fifty, time's shadow stretches longer back than forward and the heart bears compassion. The mind collects the wool of wisdom.
I hope you enjoy my entry into the 20th ZapFic50Friday! @freewritehouse/its-zapfic50friday-week-20-write-me-a-story-in-precisely-50-words
