Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Finals Week - Echos

Prompt: Write the last three lines of a story with a bittersweet ending

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They stood side by side, so close that they could almost feel each other’s warmth through the space that separated them. The early morning air was crisp and cold, floating over them in a slightly damp current. Bane wanted to reach out and touch her hand, to stroke her cheek one last time, but he was too late; when he turned, she was already gone – vanished into the wet air like the echo of a laugh.

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