#writingWednesdays 'Back to Black'

I see the apology in his eyes as he retrieves it and slides it on to his finger. I swear that that ring is connected to my heart. With every inch it slides down his finger my heart drops somewhere down to my stomach like lead. It’s ironic how just minutes ago that finger made me squirm with pleasure. Now I squirm with something else entirely.

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Vagabond

Those who knew her best often teased that they had no idea she hid a free spirit under her plain clothes, muted makeup, austere ponytail and very, very sensible shoes. She seemed, they said, to strip away her inhibitions much in the same way she stripped away her clothes for her bright, glittering mas costume.

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Hello

It wasn’t easy to see what he was giving up when he walked away to his… freedom. But it was easy to see just what he’d lost in the dead of night with shadows dancing on his wall and Johnny Walker for company. It was easier still to see when Stephanie stood before him, dressed in white for another man, with more emotions flitting across her face than he’d allowed himself to feel in a lifetime.

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