Short Stories


Clara

bounded off the stairs and landed on the platform. Mike was coming, and she would meet him. Mike stepped off the train and ran into her arms. They kissed, they hugged, they wept, and ran home. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispered. “I love you too.” “I love you too.”

Posted by Ovechkin on the August 19th, 2009

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