||[Jul. 28th, 2006|10:06 pm]
Fast Fiction Friday
It's not as if last night's fight was our first. Or even the worst. Still, I felt bad. I was distracted the entire day. A smile crosses my face when I imagine the look when you see the roses. A dozen, red and white. I call your name as I step through the door.|
A thorn slices my palm as the flowers fall tothe floor. That's when I realize you're gone.