Candles, wrought iron; her historystumbles out. Thinking in past-tense she wants to ask "Which part of this story was relevant?" "How did I worm out of owning my life?" Instead she returns to being fine-dined, bread dripping in oil.
I like this. It has a real charm and has the potential of exploding into a really nice micro-fiction piece. thanks for submitting it. tovli
Posted 9 Years Ago
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9 Years Ago
Thanks for the review. I have never submitted anything publicly before. Of course I am thinking of a.. read moreThanks for the review. I have never submitted anything publicly before. Of course I am thinking of an edit! Or maybe growing it into that micro-fiction piece.