He never grew out of her.
Sometimes he would see her face, behind his in the bathroom mirror or in a shop window on the street.
He sometimes thought he had been hallucinating, but she would say things, things he knew couldn't be made up in his head.
This world was so foreign, it couldn't be real, and yet somehow she managed to convince him.
She pointed to the purpling leaves and grasped at one.
The leaf looked delicious.
I mean, I was never a salad loving kind of girl, but this single leaf looked juicier than a prime rib-eye steak.
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Consequences I : Utopia
HumorConsequences – the game where we write a short story by passing it around a table. Each person takes it in turns to write a line. To make it more interesting, they can only see the one line before theirs. Everything else, including the start of the...
