Writer Highlight Featuring: Andrew Neil Carpenter
I watched her as she burned, the scent of her smoke lingering like my memories. We’d walked together so long, but now it was over; that final box, expensively lined but never again to see the light, a most unwelcome gift.
How bitter she’d left me. It was something the liquor would never wash away.
© Andrew Neil Carpenter
Response to our Inspiration Call on February 23, 2015
Photo Credit: Corbis Royalty Free Photos
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