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plaster red over
blue; frosty lips, now shielded
from transparency.
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
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Belle of the Bayou
Bad move, cher. Not just the slip of her kitten heel on the rainy February cobblestones in the Fourth Ward. She got caught snooping. Detective Deleon clucked and strutted like a rooster in his rush to clear her from the scene, waving cigar smoke to and fro as he gesticulated amid the thick air of the speak easy. An experienced crime reporter, Marie knew better than to let the coppers catch her on the wrong side of the line, but curiosity had gotten the better of her.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Putting on a strong front, love the symbolism behind this.