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March 18

He had left. She watched him walk out the door. And yet, his presence filled the atmosphere in the room. He would be back in a few hours; he had stepped out to run an errand and yet, he still lingered like a ghost, like the fragrance of a strong perfume that clings onto the skin. 97 more words


Claire's Fairies (Short Story)

“There are fairies in my room. They come out at night.”

My steps faultered as I reached the table. “Can’t say that’s what I suspected when you asked me to go out for coffee.”Kate only shrugged. 1,408 more words