Wednesday, 25 September 2013

The Word-a-day Writing Challenge

Day Three: Nuance

At the tip of the pier, three smoke rings rose around ribbons of twilight. His thoughts trailed off into a heavy sigh. Shiny, orange embers trickled from his finger tips and seared through the darkness as he rubbed his cigarette butt between them, jerked his head to the side, and spit in one well-rehearsed motion. His lips formed around the edges of her name but made no sound. In nuance and hues of purple grey sky his love for her lit up the night.

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