Saturday, December 22, 2012

Scatter

They lay there, scattered all around the floor. To look upon them is to see the only proof that last night really happened. He gazed upon the empty wine bottles, the spilled popcorn, the pillows and blankets. And by looking just a little closer near the fireplace, he noticed the pink lace that she left behind.

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