Friday, July 31, 2015


The Red Winter
It was a cold winter night. She called him from the top of a building. The building came down. He gently held her hand and looked at the wooden window. It was raining inside. The television sparked. The fan stopped. The blades of the fan broke. It cut her palm away from the wrist. He fell down. The building grew up. She looked down. She lost her palm. The blood fell on his eyes. He fell on the red. The cold winter killed him. Red means winter. 

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