The Eye Corner
brief. bright. gone.
Friday, November 25, 2016
Least
I waited behind the curtain, a knock on the pane and still as death. She would scream, I knew, she would be so frightened. But I would be there to hug, and to laugh, and to say it was all okay. It's the least I could do.
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