Does this ever happen to you?
A Fiction in 58:
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The votive was lemongrass-scented and was nestled in a chipped China teacup; the flame etched shadows into the textured ceiling.
A shifting gloom he stared at through tear-welled eyes. His hands were pressed tight, palms together, thumbs piercing his chest. He said silent prayers; sought answers to questions he found critical.
And feared the silence in his heart.
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The votive was lemongrass-scented and was nestled in a chipped China teacup; the flame etched shadows into the textured ceiling.
A shifting gloom he stared at through tear-welled eyes. His hands were pressed tight, palms together, thumbs piercing his chest. He said silent prayers; sought answers to questions he found critical.
And feared the silence in his heart.
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