Tiny Cracks

I stared at the ceiling and traced the tiny lines that branched like capillaries.

‘Funny how those tiny cracks appear out of nowhere isn’t?’ I said.

She exhaled. Grey smoke danced with blue and settled into the cracks.

‘Not really,’ she said. ‘That’s just the past trying to break through.’

© 2016 Occasional Dreams

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