She raised her trembling hand, and the taxi stopped, gleaming in the rain and city light. Without looking back, she sat and folded her hands over her purse. "Second and Main," she said before he could ask, distress and resignation in her usually melodic voice. The tears eventually came.
"Left you?" the driver asked.
She didn't have the energy to be surprised. "That bastard," she said bitterly.
The apartment complex came into view. He steeled himself and glanced up at the mirror. "Stay safe, Monica."
She paused and stared back, focused on his shining eyes, one blue, one brown. "Elijah?"
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Lost Tales of Kirev
RandomThese are my shorter writing pieces. Not all of them are from the Kirev universe, but most fiction pieces will be compatible with it. I write everything from short stories to poetry to essays. Stay tuned! - - - - - - - - Remember to comment and vote...
