Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Love, in dishonest times

He flicked an invisible switch and the ceiling over their heads disappeared without a whisper. Starlight beamed gently into the room, bathing it in shades of ethereal blue. The moon shone pale, dishonest with secrets that it tried to hide. As she looked up, a shooting star darted across the black ink sky. She placed her hands firmly in her lap and began to twiddle her thumbs, it was all she could do to keep her hands off him.

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