She held me close and whispered sweet words in my ear.  Those rose colored words warmed my heart, but did nothing to cover the stench of the grave on her breath.

Author’s Note:

I’ve always loved the imagery of beauty and darkness. You will see this reflected in a lot of what I write.

Thank you for reading!

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