Sunday, August 26, 2007

55 words never spoken

    It was raining as she ran to her car. In her rush, she dropped her keys.  She bent over, the rain ceased. There he was an umbrella held overhead. She opened the door and turned to thank him. He slipped the syringe into her neck, and held her in his arms as she drifted away.



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