The decision was a cold, dead thing now that it was over. Their chests still heaved in anger, eyes wet with unshed tears, but the
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The decision was a cold, dead thing now that it was over. Their chests still heaved in anger, eyes wet with unshed tears, but the
They both suddenly went still; the sound of ripping upholstery momentarily cooling their desire. “What was that?” he asked. He eased his body off of
“You calling me a piece of shit?” the one-legged man snarled from his wheelchair, the leavings of several meals encrusting his faded shirt. “I didn’t
A drabble is a story in 100 words, which is a wonderful and unique challenge. Eggshells “How do you like your eggs?” He smiled; a