Dust
Opening her hand, as if prying open an oyster, he poured the pink dust into her hand.
Soft like the sands of the Caribbean.
Incredible hallucinogen.
Highly addictive.
She looked into his purple eyed gaze.
The eyes of a Dust addict.
She needed him as much as she needed air,
(or so she thought).
"You must choose," he pleaded, "it's good stuff, you need to understand, Dust will help you. Don't you want to know the secret of life?"
She thought, knowing secrets but at what price?
She knew the answer.
Heart broken, she poured the Dust onto the ground.
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