Friday, June 09, 2006

55 Fiction Friday


Iris took one last look at the crumbling manuscript that had been the focus of so many recent days. It no longer mattered. There was only the key. She reached out, and with trembling fingers stroked its dusty surface. Those initials… Cold teeth bit into her palm as she clutched the brassy prize once more.

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1 comment:

Paperback Writer said...

Oooo!!!

What's the key for?!?!?