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I am happy to have this week’s Tuesdaytales Judgemasters take over:
The writing wolf captured both the essence of things remembered and the way in which the loss of a thing once forgotten, still rips at the heart.
A reader by birth, paper-pusher by trade and novelist by design, story-telling is my passion.
I wanna be Elmore Leonard when I grow up.
California · http://www.bullishink.com
This story evokes the themes of beauty and the beast. The tangible emotions left me with a catch in my throat. The death of passion at it’s saddest.
By the time they got his power under control the town was buried beneath concrete chunks. Placing her hands around his wrists, like manacles, she absorbed the remnant of power undulating beneath his skin. He quieted, worn out as a child after a tantrum, and leaned into her warmth. She waited until he was asleep to implant the interference chip that would wipe his power and memory. Her job as regulator was to protect civilians at all cost, even when it meant she’d never again taste the rough vodka kisses or hear the lilting melodies of the man she loved.
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@bullishink / 100 words
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