Heck of a kiss

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Prologue 

Inside the dim room, a young woman sat in a hard plastic chair beside and an old beat up table. To the naked eye, it would look like the woman was being interrogated. If you looked closer however, you would see that this was not the case.

Dressed in a man’s western shirt with a black protective vest over it, her hair loose and tangled around her face, the lank brown strands framing a face that was tired and dirtied. Over faded blue wrangler jeans, a pair of dusty leather chaps was fastened. Old cowboy boots with scuffed marks of years of service stuck out from beneath the fringe of the chaps. Whenever the woman moved, spurs jingled softly. 

The dim light cast a soft glow around the barren room.  This should have given it a comforting feeling.However it only heightened the haunted, empty look in the woman’s intense blue eyes.

Shuffling footsteps approached and the door squeaked as a broad shouldered man entered. Briefly the cobalt eyes rose to meet his, then the quickly flitted away again. Sighing the man removed the dusty black hat from his head and placed it on the metal table beside him. Tiredly, he ran a hand through his thick brown hair and his gaze eventually met that of the young woman.

“Amy, how did this happen?” Dry and tired, the man’s voice cracked.

Rousing herself as if from a dream Amy picked up a bottle of water from underneath her chair and passed it wearily to the man. Thirstily, the man drank the water and sat it back on the worn table surface.

When the woman spoke, her voice was hesitant and low.

“I guess it all started the day my brother died.”

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