More free writing:

Little scraps of paper falling from the sky, like little snowflake on a winter’s day. A shredded note, that held a lover’s kiss, ripped into pieces by an angry hand. Left to fly out of the train window, open only a sliver, to fall into the empty fields. Some are taken by a passing bird, some by scavenging field mice. A few shreds end up riding in a tumbleweed, and moving far beyond their sowing place. The rest rot, and dissolve into the dirt. Pounding rains, then driving snow, erase the only tangible memory of their words.