August 16, 2015 by avatarsoup. She would often be perched on the ledge, gazing intently into the darkness enveloping the neighbourhood below. All those evenings of deep introspection. We navigated our way home, delighted but exhausted, and ready to call it a day.

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Short story, as texted to lovers present and past. The regret of our mothers. The milk and honey on our lips. Not just a happily ever after. But a good story too. Which in either case eludes us. This one begins in text. Spans all of three days. To end in a tweet,. Which, all things considered,. Tell any story you like here. A mezzo-soprano or a prima donna.