Monday, October 5, 2015

Instant Fiction

He had a hard, black heart; a heart of coal. She lit a fire and he burned true and bright, and when she left, her absence blew away the ashes 
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  1. brijOctober 5, 2015 at 11:22 PM

    Is it wrong that I read such beautiful prose and the thing that came to my mind was a cigar :)

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