lostinhersong

lostinhersong

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It was obvious then. Her deepest desire hung in the air like the thickest fog she had ever seen. The older girl took a single step back, clearing her throat. Her shorter and younger friend stepped forward, that glint in her clear blue eyes. "I can't..." "Why? Why can't you?" "I just..." Her words were cut off as lips captured her own.

It was then, she decided, she would make her escape. She would use the butter knife she was given at meals, and pick her way through the cement. The cool summer sun splashed across her pale features as she began to run, her feet pounding the ground, the sound of dogs in her ears.

cross

Her necklace was in the shape of a cross, that much I do recall about her. She lowered herself down, kissing me sensually, the golden cross pendant tickling my collar bone, yet all I could think of was the fact I had someone waiting for me at home. I pushed her away, picked up my dress from the floor, and left her small apartment. I finally realized what I had been missing was curled up in my bed, waiting for me.

The fences were built to protect us from them, or perhaps protect them from us. They were built long before our time, and thus, we could easily have ignored the ancient superstitions. We didn't. Now, the people from both sides of the fences are chomping at the bit.You know what they have always said: the grass is always greener on the other side. War is imminent. This is why the fences were built in the first place.

The soldiers casket was brought forth; the lid open to reveal his brightly decorated uniform, his eyes closed for an eternity.

miles

IT had been miles since they stopped. She slammed the door, their ride abnormally quiet after her lover had asked again about the affair she had had. She was sick of the questions, of the distrustful looks. Forgive and forget, how hard was that?

near

I was near to tears then, when she left me. I knew I would begin to feel the steady creep of loneliness into my blood as she loaded her bags into the car we bought together, leaving behind the house we bought with our blood. I hope she knows I love her still.

made

It was then, they said, that men were made. In the battle field, the true test of courage. They had been told throughout their training that they wouldn't know if they were man enough until they felt the bullets whizzing past their ears.

lens

The lens of the camera hit the floor with a sickening crack. The room was silent as the camera man bent to retrieve his lost possession, all eyes turning from his interruption back to the arguing couple at the alter. A woman in white standing beside a man in black, a woman dressed ina leather jacket standing in front of them. "Come home with me! I love you far too much to watch you marry him!" "Then don't watch!" The woman in white screamed, turning back around to signal an end to the conversation, leaving the leather-clad woman to turn and walk away.

lease

The lease was up, their bags packed as they made their way towards their new home. The wind blew about them as they drove with the windows down towards an unknown city. It was an adventure they were both ready to embark on. Life was just beginning.

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“IT had been miles since they stopped. She slammed the door, their ride abnormally quiet after her lover had asked again about the affair she had had. She was sick of the questions, of the distrustful…”

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