Outside, the rain softened to a drizzle, each drop a tiny “t” tap on the pavement. Casey stepped out, the city humming with the same rhythm, and she walked on, leaving behind a trail of tiny footprints shaped like the letter “t” in the wet earth.
(a short lyrical prose)
P‑—the pause before a breath, U‑—the upward curl of a smile, R‑—the ripple of a river, E‑—the echo that never ends. casey kisses pure ts
And the “T’s” followed, crisp and clean, like the clink of a spoon against the cup, like the ticking of a clock that never lies. Outside, the rain softened to a drizzle, each