A Broken Vase

Natasha

"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."

Copyright ©2001 Natasha. All Rights Reserved.

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June, 2001 Issue #62

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