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Friday's Ten Word Tales: An Apocalyptic Toast
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An Apocalyptic Toast
by Belinda Roddie
To the happy newlyweds! May they lovingly hunt zombies together.
RSD by Belinda Roddie I didn't ask to ride this emotional roller coaster. And there are no seatbelts or lap bars. Get me off this fucking thing. I need a adult. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I'M THE ADULT?! GET ME A BETTER ONE!
Why were the statues going white, and why was the rain cascading in sheets? I tried to find solace by the window, but the world outside had become nothing but glass. Blankets of water blurred the semblance of life that I stretched my mind to detect. Near me, my lover was asleep on the divan with wine pooling across her lap. Her curls lay in wet swaths around the warm nape of her neck. The statues would crumble in due time. The deluge was impending. We both would drown.
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