18 June 2009 – (1)

The water dripped so slowly from the tap. He stared at the water, but not registering. Thoughts floated to her. Her eyes, how she cried, how her tears were the same as the open tap. The sting of her slap was still lingering. He never meant to hurt her.

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Posted on June 30, 2009, in 50 Word Stories. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a Comment.

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