Fuel

Fuel

A Story by AndrewH
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Flash fiction. For more of my writing, go to andrewhenleywriting.wordpress.com

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She lit his cigarette. That was how it started. Red smoky kisses and shouting in ears. Then boredom and two shades. She packed her suitcase and left the crib.

 

Screams and tears drowning in flames. Floorboards and doorframes made jailbars. He lit a cigarette. That was how it started. His wet shining eyes waded through the smoke to the blackened vodka bottle. The fuel.

© 2014 AndrewH


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Added on January 29, 2014
Last Updated on January 29, 2014
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