The Awaited

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by Lundy Burge

surprised to feel her cold tears on it again. She hadn’t cried in years.

  The tear residue on her hand twinkled in the sunlight. It was pretty, but her eyes quickly drifted back to the road and began to follow the cars as they sped back and forth, back and forth.

  Birth of Pong

  The Day After

  A Murder

  Near Miss

  Sparks Shower

  The Vertical Marathon

 


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