quarta-feira, 7 de novembro de 2012

Flash Fiction: The blaze of your eyes

I was inside the store. The man outside looked at me like as a fat boy would eat a chocolate ice-cream. Between us there was just a glass door.
He entered with a perfect smile. I forgot that I was the manager and embraced him and kissed his hot lips.

Flash Fiction: My darkness is you

I put out the cigarette in your photo while my tears damaged it all. I need revenge, you were my man and I was your man. You cannot simply kick me out of your life like a broken toy.
My heart will put you away like garbage after a party.