Sunday, June 29, 2008

White Rook

by Greg Brostrom

She wants out.

She sees him beneath the walls. Waiting. Watching. She wants him. She wants a life.

But life hurts. She doesn't understand the walls' purpose. She's angry. She hates me.

I can make it up to her though. She's been asking me to not cut it so short.

I bet she'll look beautiful.

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