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Date: Apr 3, 2008, 16:25:42 Category: Literature -> Prose -> Fiction -> Dramatic/General Fiction |
One Final Trick
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She was leaving me for the sun. She had insinuated as much, but I took no heed, or was too lazy to react upon it, maybe even indifferent.
The morning was already populating the air with dust through brittle shutters gone yellow 'round the edges. I was up, out of my ass-outlined couch, eyes locked into hers. She said it was not working out. I disagreed. She disagreed with my disagreement.
As she headed for the door I scrambled for my juggling balls and magic cards. This was my last chance.
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Posted by strayedmusician at Apr 4, 2008, 11:53:25 PM
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