Posted by z3phyr
She cooed, unaware of his guilt. He fretted over how to tell her. He didn’t need to. She read his eyes, smiled and offered the cookie.
Posted on June 23, 2011, in Uncategorized and tagged flash fiction, twitter fiction. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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