Her hand was kissed, so they cut it off. Her leg was grabbed, so they cut it off. They sliced until the only part left was her head, floating among the bruise-dark flotsam of the sea. She giggled.
No one dared to take the faint, untouchable glow from her eyes.
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Flash Fiction and Short-Shorts
AléatoireAll stories here are 1000 words or less. Though small, they are big in meaning. There are also writing prompts for the dreaded block. The last essay-- I don't exactly agree with anymore, but my writing was on fire. I was going through some things! ...
