Thursday, May 13, 2010

Brown Bottles and Silver Cans

My mouth waters for her, for this, a mix, shaken, stirred. For her, shaking, stirring. For this, a profile too stubborn to fade.
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2 comments:

  1. xTxMay 13, 2010 at 10:51 AM

    this feels like hose water over my fingers

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  2. Karen GeorgeMay 13, 2010 at 1:30 PM

    Intriguing. That's what I find so compelling about flash fiction -- how it can suggest so much in such few words. This story could be interpreted in all kinds of ways.
    Most excellent, Sheldon.

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