64 Words

A Broken Vase


"I do."

They walked along a beach as one, talking closely. But later a slender figure interrupted. He was tempted. As he stepped through the door his eyes slipped from the glass to the salty streaks on her cheeks. She knew. A beautiful ring slipped from her finger to the floor. He sunk to his knees suffocating from the permeating, guilty lilies.

"Just go."

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June, 2001
Issue #62

64 Words