Posted on October 20, 2010 at 7:16 PM |
#1 Divorce
We walked hand in hand down to the dock.
"When I die", she sighed, "I want to be buried near here to listen to the sound of water".
I obliged.
#2 At the Carnival in Venice
She always kissed him on the corners of his mouth. In honour of her memory, he slowly painted his face half white and half with her silhouette and her kiss.
Categories: Elaine McArthur, Short Story
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