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Bitter wind outside.
Warm arms and gentle smile waiting on the couch.
Wrapped together in a comforter.
It doesn’t matter how deep the snow
how the wind howls
when the electricity will come back.
Sated, we take this
moment of simplicity
as an unintended
holiday.
Surrounded by steady love and flickering light
all it right in the world.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
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