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On my table...why?
Why my table? Who did they belong to?
A woman?
Certainly not a man..they were to feminine
no man would wear them
why not?
they could belong to a man..who am I to judge?
I would not wear them
but...if it were cold, really cold, and they fit...
yes I would wear them
are they mine?
hell...
I'm living in hell...
the gloves...
they're driving me crazy...
why do I care?...
maybe she came home...
I'm afraid to look.
10 comments:
I think you have the germ of an intriguing short story here. "Maybe she came home" - the key to the plot? This is good writing.
Great possibilities I see here...
singing soprano
Thanks Doc - the key...a man's wife has left...he is in a mental funk..maybe unstable...maybe homicidal
gt - thanks for the visit and comment..my fist shot in the world of Magpie Tales
Lots of intrigue in your Magpie Tale .......
great story in so few words....now we what to know if she was home...and why she left....great magpie..bkm
clever and leaves us hanging....did she come home?
Uh-oh. They're my gloves! What are you doing with them?
Prosaic view - maybe she never left, but is merely untidy? LOL :)
she will change your mood for better...
lovely wonders.
awesome tale.
happy 2011.
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