The apartment, esthetically cold, calibrated for sparse, was assembled with stainless silver appliances and Pier One bar stools. There was a single Zulily mug on the industrial bronze cocktail table, lipstick smudged, overturned. A red silk sheet, torn and tangled with stockings and garters, lay between the kitchen and foyer, and a trail of blood smeared the linoleum.
Her alibi was solid.
Ordinary Handsome 
Love this.
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Thank you!
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🙂 No wonder she hurriedly departed! Those cheap Pier One stools probably tore up her legs!
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Ha! 🙂
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Wow, Steven. Loved this. 🙂
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Thanks, Kelly!
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My pleasure! 🙂
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🙂
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This gave a vivid picture of the scene. A photograph couldn’t have done better. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thank you!
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So many questions captured in this. Love the sterility and rawness.
Your comments are closed on “Listen,” Steven, but I wanted to let you know how beautiful it is – reminds me of the intensity of youth begging us to remember to live.
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Thanks, Diana. And welcome back. I hope you had a wonderful and memorable visit with your folks.
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A lovely visit though they tire me out. 🙂 Now I need a vacation!
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lol, I know what you mean. Now it’s time for your imagination vacation. 🙂
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Nice visuals!!! Patricia said it best…a photograph couldn’t have done better. 😉
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Aww, thank you. 🙂
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