Friday, August 16, 2013


At the stroke of midnight, he hobbled in on his wooden leg. A shadow in the mist with malice in his eyes, and a void in his heart.

She slithered over the harbor, hidden in the background. Towards her love, nay a ripple in the silence.

She kissed him from behind, and down he fell.

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