Friday, 26 November 2010

Revolving Door

Joy slipped giggling out of my grip before I could snatch one last kiss. He paused by the revolving door teasingly, turned, blew me a kiss then pushed himself out, sending the door spinning - pushing in keen Misery, who hurtled towards me open-armed, wet and clinging. Her turn at last.

50-word story

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