fiction 55

the pristine water was witness to both of them strolling on the wet sand along the beach...hands entwined
the scenic sunset and the gushing waves could not sooth the queer feelings rousing inside her ...

he broke the silence "i had a beautiful time last night....with your best friend"

fiction 55 - rings of smoke

He felt his dreams crashing once again...tears were swelling his eyes....this time he didn't want to let them free....he closed his eyes once more....darkness was more comfortable...

His hands were wandering into the bag.....should I or should'nt I?

With feeble hands he let his dreams go... into rings of smoke...