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100 words. [06 Mar 2005|12:51am] They were stuffed, like dolls, into garments that had been made for someone else fifty years before them. A hand, living in a time before either had been born, was pressing so firmly into her veins that the blood in her heart began to race and question. “I have fallen… so deeply in love with you,” his mouth said. And in the chaos of musicians and microphones, his wife passed by them, eyes glaring under the humid sun. Later that afternoon he played “String of Pearls” for her. And she stood away from him, settled and swimming with unwanted nausea. post comment

100 words (2). [05 Mar 2005|12:24am] When the car turned vertically against the face of the ocean, the bright glare of green stoplights beckoned of the night they walked along the pebbled beaches of Cinque Terre eating cold gelato. She wondered then if the dark splatter of her fallen love still lingered, telling of that sacred moment when ice cream took flight and sorrow took over. It was the crowning moment of a life unlived, a physical mark to finally drown a faraway trip that was only as good as it was when remembered against the waves of a different ocean on the Friday drive home. post comment

100 words. [05 Mar 2005|12:23am] On Fridays she liked to take the long way home. It was like moving a step back in time, winding through twisted roads and green hills that looked something like home, but felt more like scalping silently through the Swiss Alps on a drizzly, rainy day. These days were the glory days, those simple chapters of life absent of meaning and lacking in commitment. But each segue through this mysterious conglomeration of the past offered a bitter glimpse of the life that no longer is and the life that never was. She always wondered if the two would ever meet. post comment

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