We have been in the zone: our love the transcendent reality, the rest of the world but an ephemeral dream.
Radiant as always! She is still in the zone.
She holds her new lover’s hand, while I am cast out into the cold.
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There she sits, as beautiful as ever.
We have been in the zone: our love the transcendent reality, the rest of the world but an ephemeral dream. Radiant as always! She is still in the zone. She holds her new lover’s hand, while I am cast out into the cold.
Bobby Warner
9/11/2017 04:21:04 pm
Wonderful, Ian. Reads like a poem. Great job.
Ian Fletcher
10/11/2017 12:47:25 am
Cheers! I was thinking of redoing it as a poem but decided to leave it as a very short story at just 50 words. Comments are closed.
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