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Monochrome Nightmare – Abandoned

They had left suddenly, leaving things behind. There was something terribly sad about the broom, leaning in the corner, and she began to tell me. She recited the story, as if she had memorized the tale by rote and could only tell the tale word for word as she had learned it.


October 1, 2014 Posted by | Fiction, Photo, Photography | , , , , , , , | 1 Comment