50 Word Story: Just the Wind

 

50 Word Story Just The Wind

Just the Wind

The rhythmic tapping of the tree branch against my bedroom window continues long after the wind has stopped. The tapping, the scratching, the whispering of the wind. The ceaseless, endless whispering. Maybe it really is just the wind. But sometimes – just sometimes – I think I hear it whispering my name.


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