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Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Haha. Oops.
Omggg I would just lay down and die 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I like the blowout double entendré.
ooops.
Oooo. That’s a Walmart worthy photo op! 🤣
Wear it like you mean it!
ahhhh that's quite unfortunate!! 😱😱😱 hope they had a sweater with them to wrap around!