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| Tom Conway, 1905-1967 |
While James appeared to be non-chalant to the point of
being flippant at this sad
funeral, his insides churned with the anxiety that consumed him. No one would have ferreted out the source of
his distress except Emilia, precious Emilia.
And she lay in the coffin. Emilia.
How James had loved her. She held
the essence of beauty even
now, cold in death.
Just days before, when truth had
come speeding through her
understanding, Emilia had faced him. “It
was you! You poisoned me over time, with
mercury. Why? Why?”
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| Rachel Roberts 1927-1980
”Simple, my love. You are the only one who truly understood me. Others labeled me ‘arrogant’, but you knew, you knew…”
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With a final gasp, Emilia crumbled to the
floor.
What was James' secret? Why did he poison
Emilia? What.....
Every Wednesday Delores presents
6 unrelated words and asks participants to create prose, poetry, flash
fiction, etc. !
This
is a Wed. Words from 2016. Delores developed this writing challenge way
back when. She passed the baton on to two other bloggers, Elephant's Child and River.
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