"... and I leaned against the white table for support, then dripped water from an ice cube... his shadow rushing from one side of my body to the other..."
"...as the wind picked up the napkins and the water glasses fell. My crystal earrings danced."
"Exhausted, I collapsed, while white clouds hung frozen overhead, slowly darkening into a monsoon storm."
- Coming Soon (That's not the name of the story:)
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