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She wore a plaid sweatshirt, a flannel to be more precise. The soft moonlight filtered down between the branches, dancing down her arms like many festive poltergeist.
She killed her husband. I knew it. I could hear it in her voice when she spoke, I could see it in her eyes when she wept. Of course no one suspected her, at least nobody but me.
They uncovered the fossil, so complete for its type. It was as if the creature the bones belonged to was right there with them. What of it now? These bones lie forever dormant in a museum, sealed away for whatever harm they may cause.
The two lovers walked together up the long, narrow beach. The stars shone brightly against the rich deep blue of the sky, the other ocean. The real ocean shone the starlight as well as the waves pounded the shoreline they walked. But was it real? Which of the vast expanses was touchable, for could either one really be reached?
the man was wearing black suit, monotonous with the surrounding darkness. he cried into the night, but did he make a sound? no. there was no one around to hear.
her spine snapped as she tumbled down the stairs like a ragdoll. she had been drinking and hadn't known of the 30 foot diagonal drop down the hall to the left. she lay at the bottom, a broken thing.