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The curtain swooshed in the winter winds. Baring the wall bedecked with souvenirs from their journey together. Framed black and white saga of golden days. Those summers were spent now. Inside the four walls, beneath the same roof, they were separated by a flight of stairs. Winter burned them day and night. His lie. Her mistrust. His passion for money, hers for living. Both guilty. Both proud. Both hurt. Rain rattled against the window, against their hearts. They stood at either ends of stairway. After an infinity, he rushed down the steps just as she climbed up. The winter died.


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  1. Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsJanuary 2, 2015 at 5:45 PM

    Dear Ruby,

    Perhaps a happy ending?

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. Whispering ThoughtsJanuary 2, 2015 at 6:24 PM

    Totally a happy ending, Rochelle.
    Namaste.

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 4, 2015 at 10:35 AM

    A beautiful story and I love your use of language here. This sentence: "The summers were spent now" especially got me. I was expecting it to say the summers were spent and instead it was all done, and all "now" at the same time. A delightful surprise of a sentence. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJanuary 5, 2015 at 3:32 AM

      Thank you so much for your kind words. You made my day.

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