Short prose: 4.4. seconds

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Monday, March 12, 2007

4.4. seconds

He stood in front of the dresser her great grandmother had handed down to her; he reached into the bottom drawer and removed a tattered box. In that box a piece of paper rested on top of scout medals, ticket stubs and forgotten letters. The paper was worn, but carried the creases from being crumbled... Sign in to see full entry.

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