~ flash fiction ~
The line was long.
One by one they came, and
sat before the sage.
They spoke, he listened. They left.
The next entered. Day in. Day out.
Years passed, things continued as was the norm.
Then a young girl came.
She sat, he listened. She listened,
he inquired. She inquired, he spoke.
Day in. Day out. She learned. Years passed.
The line grew long.
One by one they came in, when
she opened the door.
They spoke, she listened. They left.
The next entered. Day in. Day out.
Years passed, things continued as was the norm.
Then …
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Angel K Will 
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