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whatever ragged scars would be left
It wasn’t the worst moment to come, the night he had to curl up, drugged, beaten, bloody, bearing a strangely youthful wonder for her, as though the past decade hadn’t happened. He was irritated with her, only barely lucid, and … Continue reading
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Tagged blue-eyed man, fiction, flash, flash fiction, grief, gun, loss, love, pieces, writing
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Today
Yesterday, it was all business. Tomorrow, it will be all business again. Today, however, she puts her feet up, drinks her milk, watches telenovelas, and reads the same paperback she’s had for the last eight years. She smokes cigarettes down … Continue reading
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Tagged assassin, Assassin's day off, fiction, flash, flash fiction, gun, pieces, today, tomorrow, writing, yesterday
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