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Monthly Archives: September 2020
White onions
“What you are suggesting is, not only mad, but also extremely dangerous.”“More so than traveling via hot air balloon?” You narrowed your eyes at them, but said nothing. It was their idea to travel this way, less of a paper … Continue reading
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About face
“What are you doing for the rest of the day?” You don’t turn to them, too preoccupied with redressing.“Work.”“This evening?”“Work.”“Don’t you have any time off?” You sighed, slipping the last button in place before facing them. You didn’t realize they … Continue reading
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Where’s the mascot?
Hello. I am hear to talk to you about the Robstown Cotton Pickers. No. No, I’m serious. And I will do this, by way of football. Like, football is a religion in these here parts, there is a whole ceremony, … Continue reading
Ivy and Gold
“You’ve never kissed anyone before?” Their tone was incredulous, and you attempted to hide your face. “How is that possible! You dated Dicky-“” I never dated Ricky,” you told them, still trying to hide your face behind your hands. “And … Continue reading
Balloons
He staggered away from you in bewilderment. Putting his hand to his lip, you winced as he stared at the blood you’d drawn. “Did you bite me?” Their tone was incredulous. It was time for you to leave. It was … Continue reading
Degauss
Teju said that Rory’s apology was sincere. They also said that the make up was spectacular. You still insisted that you wanted space. You had to come to terms with certain truths. The meadow was the only place you could … Continue reading
Flaws
“Tell me about your markings.” They chuckled, the sound coming in as a low rumble in their chest. They shifted, so that you were eye to eye, and grabbed your wrist. You winced, clenching your fist and closing your eyes. … Continue reading
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