Sunday, February 27, 2005
Dinner and Dancing - - Flash Fiction Project
He sat up and sniffed the air. Nothing living within... he sniffed again... 20 feet. Relieved to find everything copasetic, he glided to his feet and looked around the hotel room. Dust covered upscale furniture and gilded picture frames. Good. The manager had kept to his word and left him unattended...
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My Thoughts of Another Man
It is late. My husband and children sleep in my bed. I can't sleep. Thoughts of another man haunt me. No fears though. This man is no longer among the breathing, but he still lives in my thoughts, and my heart. I suspect he always will. I never really knew him, in the sense most people would think....
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