A Wicked Weave – 50 Word Story

He takes a stern step towards her, gripping the dripping tire iron tightly in his hand. “How have I been so blind!” He hisses.
“What is you’re fevered imagination saying now?”
“You, I should’ve see it a long time ago, I should’ve noticed how much you are her were alike.

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