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Thursday, April 14, 2011
Last Goodbye (50 word flash fiction)
The car bounced as it ran on the rusty tracks to the place where we first met. I closed my eyes and pictured her blue eyes, her soft lips, and her long black hair. The last words she whispered to me on her deathbed before I left was, "I do".
This piece is so good it makes me roll my eyes at the thought of this doomed romance.
ReplyDeleteWow the imagery in this story is flawless.
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