Synthia’s Story
Synthia sat under the blanketed, duskily sky. She cowered in the corner of the world, arms wrapped tightly around her bent legs. A cheap, darkly dress covered her breasts and faithfully crawled down her thighs. It was torn and tattered, swaying at the mercy of a cold breeze. Long, black-dyed hair fell under the same influence, falling across her face. A few tears trickled down the cold, complacent face, smearing the coat of beauty paint.
The splendor of the moon as it slipped b…
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Posted on March 27, 2009 at 9:05pm — 1 Comment