fiction

[kierthos]

The smell of cinammon and incense filled the room. It reminded him of Cindy, and that wonderful and terrible night in San Francisco so long ago. The thought alone brought tears to his eyes.

He couldn't isolate where the smell was coming from, but it didn't matter. Images of her face, the sound of her voice, the smell of her body raced through his mind. A wistful smile crept across his face as he remembered the good times, the not so good times, and that last night with her.

Then the switch was thrown by a man behind a glass wall, and as the killing voltage coursed through him, his last thought was of Cindy.
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Author's note: No, I have no idea where this came from. It just came to me in the elevator ride up six flights.

Comments

[danicia.livejournal.com]

Whoa

Damn...

[egearman.livejournal.com]

We need to get you some classes, so you can do more than just the opening 'teasers' as it were...

Re: Damn...

[kierthos.livejournal.com]

Thing is, if I start doing more then just a 'teaser' or a micro-story (smaller then a short story), I seem to bog down in it. The more I put down in text, the more I think it sucks.

*shrug*

Re: Damn...

[tribalwynds.livejournal.com]

I liked it. I won't beg for more, but I'll ask :)