November 12, 2008

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Posted in stories tagged at 6:33 am by littlesubmissions

“How did that story go?”  She watched him trying to remember, and laughed.  “No, you don’t need to tell me, I know exactly how it went…”

She pushed him around with her foot, lining him up in the position he’d described.  Watched his eyes get wider as he remembered the story, but realized he wasn’t in control of it anymore.  Smiled when he looked down her body at t

The cursor rolled back across the letters, erasing them.

He thought about how some stories should be shared.  How others should be kept secret, held tight and treasured.  Stories that only two people in the world would ever know, and would die with them.

Rereading it, it all sounded kind of pretentious to tell the truth.  He clicked publish anyway.

Copyright Jerry Jones.  Unauthorized use is prohibited.

3 Comments »

  1. Ferns said,

    This made me smile… I love that! Very sweet, and so so intriguing!!

    Ferns

  2. Ferns said,

    Plus, may I add… you tease!!

    Ferns

  3. littlesubmissions said,

    🙂 As always, thanks Ferns.


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