Wednesday, January 25, 2012

"Cable-Knit Sweater"

Leaving her dull blue sweater was the sweetest act she could do for Harry.
She’d forgotten it, of course. In that hazy rush to her early shift.
He laid it out neatly on his darkwood bed, laced at the fringed collar with a  new string of silvery pearls that he’d bought that following afternoon before Lisa came back for dinner.
They were always what that cute damned thing was missing.

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