Saturday, April 2, 2011

My Dream (Last night, that is...)

He wandered purposefully through the backward back alleys of the night. The purple darkness warranted that of a more depressing scene, filled with unheard shouts and unseen ends. But rather than all this, the avenue unknown to most was home to his favorite spot, a small sandwich shop so sweetly named The Love Between Us.

He entered, and ordered the dessert sandwich, filled with mustard, sugar, and the sickly sweet taste of regret. To his right was a couple.

“I have nothing more to say Margaret. I have nothing more to say, so please, please stop making me say it.”

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