Almost Forgivable

Almost Forgivable

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It's where I put my micro-stories. I'm trying to keep up my writing.


Micro-storiesPosted by David Noonan Fri, May 25, 2007 13:57:20
The air was sluggish with tired, unvented resentment. Our fights had gradually turned wordless. We had no use for words anymore. There were no understandings to be reached and no petty victories to be won.

Debris from last night lay scattered around us. The party hadn't been the remedy we both secretly had hoped it would be. Instead it had been a morbid display of artifice; like lipstick on a corpse.

I cleared my throat silently, took a breath and held it for a few seconds.
"We have to end this."
She didn't reply, but her tense shoulders relaxed a little.

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