The Man of Stone #flashfiction

That look  of his takes my breath away

the strong silent type they always say-

“seems to know more. “

Then what’s  in store?

That  man with the gaze

I’ll have to go aways

to hear the words I long to hear

“come close hold me dear”

though a man of stone

I am never alone

Another week of 55ing with the man who is no stone but rather the host from coast to coast. Join us as we ply our trade with a few words.  55 Friday Flash Fiction