at presentthe wind whispered melodies through frozen branches and stubborn leaves that had yet to fall that winter. the sun too hung low on the horizon that day, a ghost of fog lingered like a lost soul that slowly drifted to the tune winter had made, and then there was jesse. he waited a few minutes before approaching the house he stood just south of and out of site of anyone who may have been watching for him on the inside. he needed time for the breath mints to mute the pungent smell of the last joint he had just smoked and the vodka mouthwash he had been toasting all day with friends down at the old abandon train station.at present
The KissIn the finite light between unconsciousness and life Myla Fields would forever hear the sound of a soft, beautiful melody playing in her ears. Like angelic wind chimes touched by a gentle breeze, the melody would move Myla, causing her to get lost in what appeared to be a kaleidoscope of sights, sounds that transported her to a bright empty room for which she was never allowed stay long enough to become comfortable. In this finite eternity Myla would find peace, rest, relief in metallic flavored remiss. Not that Myla was neglectful or careless, it was just that when Myla found herself in these weak, faint momeThe Kiss
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