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She’s a Mystery
Sitting at a table,
cellphone open,
an untouched coffee
before her;
eyes hidden
by that raven hair,
her mind a mystery
behind those tresses.
A smile.
I walk with her,
hand in hand
to the place
we share,
a monument
to all we have built
together.
Later,
a nice dinner
at home.
And then,
she burned my shit
on the front lawn.
Awwwww
Life is like that. Sometmes. Ask Alfred Hitchcock. Liked this one. Would like to like another one! :) ~S~
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Thanks Lady A! The Alfred Hitchcock comment seems so appropriate on this one!
That is effing! Brilliant! I
That is effing! Brilliant! I wish I wrote it!!!!!
Love love love this! Perfect! BRAVO!!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
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I know you love that twist! All too common in our lives!
ABSOLUTELY! MORE PLEASE?!!!
ABSOLUTELY! MORE PLEASE?!!!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
;-)
Times are good. People watching is weak. Tough writing times.
A very cunning setup and a
A very cunning setup and a killer twist here. The way you illustrated her mystery was a brilliant construct: first the smoldering allure of her mystique, then a warm and cozy connection, then: Wam! A startling, venomous strike. I felt this far more than if you had simply expressed your emotions outright. You show us how it's done. Excellent work!
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Thank you patriciajj! I'm happy this connected with you! Thank you so much for your kind comment!