Sunday, May 3, 2015

The Visitor

She thought she'd made herself impenetrable, empty of feeling, unwilling (or maybe unable) to love again after James left. The visitor changed that. The blue-streaked hair, the gap-toothed smile, the cartoon shirts made her laugh. She stared at the candle, inhaled, blew the flame of remorse into silence.

Prompt words: candle, visitor, impenetrable, empty, blue

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