Thursday, August 20, 2009

Make it better,

Whirlpool of dreams.

They were seated by the balcony ledge, the crescent moon hanging low and bright in the black night sky above them. The silence between them spoke volumes, and neither had to say a word. Silence. Gingerly, A reached out to B. A tentatively placing her hand on B's arm; a silent extension of her heart. B looked up, confused at first, then realization. A slowly lifted her palm to B cheek, her hand was shaking, but he attributed it to the cold surroundings. As their skin made contact, the warmth seemed to burn out the cold around them.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this…” B spluttered.
As B removed her hand from the face, got up and walk away. A sat alone in the night, the chilling wind blowing right through her bones.
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1 more to go.

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