The Partition
He stepped into the room and saw her. It had been so long. She looked up and smiled as he sat down opposite her.
The talk was stilted, the atmosphere tense, unlike the long hours of past nights spent staring into each other's eyes and laying their very souls bare upon an altar of frenzied passion. Their hands reached out, stopped short by the glass partition.
"Time's up," the guard called.
He stood to go, then turned back and smiled weakly.
"Only eight years, six months, and 2 days to go, baby."
A lone tear trickled slowly down her cheek.
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Drew Martyn over 5 years ago
I hope their love lasts... excellent drabble, welcome Christopher, that was a great introduction :)
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Christopher over 5 years ago
Thank you so much. I don't know if I can keep up with such talented writers as I've already seen here, but maybe I can carve out my own little space.
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Christopher over 5 years ago
Wow! That was a beautiful addendum to my story, Anna Maria. Stunning. Thank you.
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
This is a great Drabble, proof that the constraint on word count is not a constraint on creativity. Great stuff.
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Christopher over 5 years ago
Thank you so much, Neville. I was nervous about signing up for this, so I very much appreciate your kind words.
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Drew Martyn over 5 years ago
Re you carving out your own little space, I think you've already started doing that to great effect. Keep it up sir! ;)
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Christopher over 5 years ago
Thanks, Drew, for the support.
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Frenchie about 5 years ago
very nice. I liked it a lot.
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Christopher over 4 years ago
Thank you, Frenchie.
