Saturday, November 18, 2006

55 Fiction Friday


Jessica stared dumbstruck at a portrait of herself…except. The blue eyes were not right. At a gasp from the doorway, she turned and found herself facing her own wide gray eyes.

“Your grace,” she curtsied, “you don’t know me…”

“How could I not know you?” He interrupted, “I’ve been searching for you your entire life.”

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1 comment:

Jean-Luc Picard said...

How romantic...