March 8, 2007

Liberation I- Wiseling

Liberation IISomeonearbit

Walking into his room, the first thing he noticed was the cigarette. Stubbed exactly in the middle of the square ashtray. The familiar smear of maroon lipstick. He could still smell the now dissolved smoke rings.
With a wry smile he thought of the letters now lying under her door.
Exactly eighty nine steps away.



  1. working on it 🙂

  2. You know… Liberation is somewhat inspired by reality.. and I have to say… if your guy was my guy, my girl would be a very happy girl 🙂 my guy remains, sadly oblivious and perhaps, something of a bas*ard. sigh.

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