WHAT YOU MIGHT CALL A PROLOGUE, WRITTEN BY VALERIE F. TOMPSON
She was okay before
she
met him.
Perfectly okay.
Honestly okay.
Unhappily okay.
But
she was okay.
Even if it was
mostly
a
lie.
But he was a lie, too;
he was
autumn
and
winter
and
cold
and
hurt.
He was just a boy:
a boy who was everything
bad
in her life
and
who always smelled like
burned out cigarettes
and
she soon learned that he tasted like them,
too.
He was everything bad in her life -
yes -
but he was everything
good
in
her
life
too.
[He was a lie.
But that was okay.]
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Rainy Days
Short StoryThey called him Rain. And with good reason, Val soon found out. For when he came into her life everything changed - the clouds all came out and they never went away again. And all that was left was a soggy mess. short story #99 // 29.03.2015 [curre...
