The Twisted Roads To My Madness
He stands and sashays around her, taking another drag on his cigarette.
“What would you do to me?” He asks coyly.
“WHAT?” She sneers.
“What would you do to me, if you were free and had any opportunity?”
She stares at him like a cat stares down a foolish bird.
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One reply on “Mother’s Eyes – 50 Word Story”
Ha! Foolish bird. Nice.
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