Flash Fiction Friday Morning, Noon, and Night

We sat; she smoked while I wished she wouldnt, a post-coital ritual that I couldnt stand. I suppose well have to wake him up sometime, she muttered, almost to herself. Her voice grated, rasping and signifying decay. I couldnt stand myself either, for sitting there. Her kisses had tasted like ashes. Surely no man was ... ... Read More

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