was yesterday. Really
though, if the books
hadn't been stacked
quite as tightly
together as they were,
then perhaps they
wouldn't have created
quite the literary
avalance that there
was.
At this, the man's
breathing evened; he
even let a small laugh
escape.
Beside him, the woman
stirred, her cerulean
eyes fluttering open as
she tried to ascertain
what exactly had
caused her to wake up
at such an hour. It was
only a few seconds
before the woman
registered the presence
of her definitely awake
partner, one who was
obviously feeling
stressed.
"Sam" She murmered
her voice croaky from
sleep. "You okay?"
The man, Sam, didn't
respond straight away.
For a few seconds he
simply stared unmoving
at a fixed point, his chin
resting upon his fisted
hands. "Oh, yeah, fine."
He replied. It was
blatantly obvious that
he wasn't. He was sat,
hunched over, and the
tension in his jaw and
shoulders were almost
tangible. Resolutely, he
remained focused on a
predetermined place. It
appeared as though he
had a lot of practice in
this exercise.
Rolling her eyes in
knowing, the woman
stretched, letting out a
rather large yawn.
Severely lacking in any
form of grace or
physical coordination,
she shifted herself in
the bed until she too
was sat up. Glancing to
her left, she took note
of the shape that the
flashing lines had
created. The clock read
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Shadow Of A Memory
Short StoryIt's a story about two persons who are going through the days spent in their native house. while they discover so much about the days spent here. vision so clear that they can see the actions going in front of them. well read as I update it and let...
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