Friday, December 7, 2012

Invulnerable




The way he looked at her had an irrevocable quality, under which time slept, time crept and time stopped. 

It was something strong and far reaching, like a subway line with no terminus or a currency powerful enough to light a city of night. Her life that had been a string of near misses, but who cared?

Really, right now, who cared?

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