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 Nomad  Posts: 12 Joined: 3-July 09 Member No.: 832 Real Name: Gabrielle de Yorvick Writer of: Poetry & Prose  |
THE PATH
The early dawn probed, with chill fingers, through the mist and touched his face. His beautiful face. Relaxed into the softness of sleep. His eyelashes, tinged with gold, lay like tiny fans against his cheeks. His perfect lips slightly parted as if smiling in a dream. She stood, silently watching him, remembering how often they had walked this path through the woods. How many times they had lain, sated with love, in this very spot. The trees had sheltered them from rain, and sun, and prying eyes as they lay entwined and shared their hopes for the future. It was their own special place. Until yesterday. She turned and held out her hands to the man standing behind her. The cold, steel, handcuffs snapped shut, and they led her away. He really shouldn’t have brought Joanne here - not here. Men in white suits collected the severed head and lay it in the body bag with the corpse. © Galadriel 2009 |
  
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Galadriel The Path. Jul 13 09, 02:03 
Thoth The twist was masterfully done! Short but very... Aug 19 09, 10:43 ohsteve Galadriel, I don't think you need the two comm... Aug 19 09, 19:31 
Sekhmet Hi Galadriel - A nice piece of Gothic Revenge... Oct 8 09, 02:05 1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
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