Posted on March 8, 2016
by Helena Toto
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She spoke softly. She spoke just above audible, her voice grave. She told me to change it this time. She told me to choose differently, to follow the words into the light, instead of turning around to the familiar. She gripped my hand, unusually…
Category: Choice, flash fiction, Love, memory, regret, short story, Time Travel, writingTags: death, flash fiction, hope, love, regret, short story, Time Travel
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