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A Story by ben
The morning dew
permeates to where the level of discomfort is enough to bring him out of sleep.
Behind shuttered eyes, like he has done a thousand t..
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A Story by ben
Looking down to
the face looking up to his, tells her, “If you think this is hell, you are
mistaken.”
Looking as
though she is on t..
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A Story by ben
Up on her feet and
recognizing what carried, Lilly says, “That’s dead people’s stuff. Why did you
bring it here?”
Anger ..
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A Story by ben
Heading her way
bearing gifts, the thought strikes of Lilly having devoured every chunk of
savoring meat that has him letting go an internal laugh t..
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A Story by ben
“Listen, I need
to go do something. So, if I’m not back in time, the meat needs at least another
ten minutes. Let it rest, but if you ca..
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A Story by ben
Silent he is in
kicking back all the while watching the visual arts show that lasts up to the
point of the glowing stick running out of ink. Automat..
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A Story by ben
A purple bumblebee and a Monarch butterfly share a flower and
wondering what is being said, turns to look towards the roadside café. Under
ne..
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A Story by ben
As she should, every
so often the girl Lilly gives herself time in checking on the little fella
carried. So far, there has been no mention of concer..
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A Story by ben
“We should go.”
With the girl
Lilly making one last adjustment to the makeshift sling, the two set out and after
a mile gone by, so f..
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A Story by ben
Instead of accepting
the cup from him, the girl Lilly waves off his gesture. “We should go.” Sensing
the reason behind her want has a lo..
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