The sun was setting. Blue, red, orange, pink, yellow, white. She slipped her fingers around my hand and I caressed it with my thumb. We didn't look each other. We looked at the sunset. Somehow, in the moment, it was more important than each other.
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Little Snippets.
Short StoryJust little snippets of a cute relationship of mine. Just a few sentences long. Easy to read. Come and take a look if you wish.
