Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Always Watching

Today's muse: First 50 Words

The prompt: The Sky

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Always Watching

She glanced up at the sky, at the dark clouds heavy with storm.

Was he watching? she wondered.

Yes, she thought, he watched. He’d always watched her—touched her—no matter how small she’d tried to make herself.

He’d been dead twenty-five years and she still tried to be small.

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