This tale was written based on the following prompts
Truth be told, my heart wasn’t in it and I declined the opportunity until I found the truth in his promise. You see he was but a whisper that first time, let me explain.
I was happily engrossed in my book, when I felt his breathe rustle my auburn locks and heard his whisper, “Dawn is for the believers, dusk is for the dreamers, twilight is for me.”
Confused I’d lowered my book and peered out at the river, wondering if I was perhaps a little too engrossed in my book, but Father’s boat still bobbed in the water, its reflection inset in the turquoise blue of…
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