She was pretty sure that they were going to stand out sitting on a snowy bench with no one else around. But who would be there anyway to catch them standing out? Not a person to be found.
She didn’t understand why they had to meet and wait to get caught. She didn’t understand why they couldn’t have just met underneath the moonlight. She didn’t understand many things about this mess.
He joined her at the bench. They smiled. They nodded. She got up and left behind a manila envelope. He opened the envelope once she was gone. In it, he found her driver’s license, passport, lipstick and a severed finger. He placed it flat and burned it all.
Everyone was now free.
Categories: Culture, photography, writing prompt
psychologistmimi 
Toxic Snow a Bit like the
Coronavirus finding a way
To Dance through free oF IT
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Aaahhhh…i enjoy your reading your blog posts so much! Simple and thought provoking.
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Thank you for such a nice note. Happy weekend.
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I love everything you write. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂 have a great weekend
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It does sound like some sort of mess. Picture is perfect for the mood of the piece.
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Indeed a mystery of a mess
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