Downtown, my headlights round the marina. And, like the way your knuckle jams sometimes (that empty pain), it’s snowing again. The tires barely crunch as I pull up to the edge of the lake. City lights glow behind, dark water in front; and all I can think is how old things are covered, with new things replaced. I loved you once. My tracks fill with snow.
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The Wordsy 
This SSS seems to be a forewarning of something ominous. Being in a car so close to the water’s edge, and the tracks now covered with snow. . .
A feeling of such sadness.
Well written SSS.
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Thanks for reading! I’m glad the emotion comes through.
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Nicely done! Very visual. i really enjoyed your spartan six. It said it all..I
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Welcome to Six Sentence Stories, Sasha!
I love this. Less, is so very often more. Way, much more.
Excellent Six!
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Thanks, and thank you for hosting!
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Welcome! Good six. I like the knuckle jam/empty pain line. Spot on.
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nicely tactile Six, yo
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Something tells me others will be sorry there are no tracks.
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Cooly written about warmth of the wanting of the soul. Great piece.
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A very emotional six sentences and I liked them a lot. I also liked the ending – I’m not sure how others saw it, but with new things covering the old and the tire tracks (old) getting covered with (new) snow, I imagine the protag backing away from the lake.
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Oof. Covered and replaced all right. Strong Six.
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