Her Perfect Green Eyes
An invitation is often wordless and in today’s world oh so very dangerous.
Flash Fiction 500 to a 1000 words in my world
An invitation is often wordless and in today’s world oh so very dangerous.
When I was walking the streets of Chicago, I’d get as close to the lake as I could just to hear the lap of water. It was usually late, so the roar of the boats and the laughter of people did not interrupt me. In summer I might find late night lovers walking hand in hand. I thought them brave to walk and hold hands after dark in Chicago. I’d stay quiet and hide, not wanting them to think I was some thug or mugger.
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