Saturday, May 09, 2009

He Would Not Come Home

photo by SkullHeart [deviantArt]

He unbuttoned her blouse, and gently peeled it away from her soft, alabaster skin. In the blue glow cast by the television screen, she turned her head ~ her throat beckoning his lips closer, closer still. And then, she awoke, remembering. Killed in action. He would not come home again.


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