Copyright Julia Bydulia.
I know it's technically Wednesday. Sorry about that.
Word Count:100
Title: Red
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I kept the piece of fabric that got caught on the emergency ladder. I know you probably didn’t expect me to. That would fall under the column of me “not caring.” But, it was a violent red against the wet metal and pavement of the alley. I picked it up and tucked it in my pocket as I stood there, alone, and hoped you would come back. I know that being drunk is no excuse, so I won’t use it. Her lips were so cherry red and begging for a kiss. Begging the way you hadn’t in months. I’m sorry.
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