Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Leila knew he would be waiting. Her body quivered recalling how his hands made her flesh sing. Those hot steamy nights in Cuba, making wild passionate love; tattooed on her heart along with his name, Dante. Then he left her, broken. Stepping off the train, she pulled out the gun.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Kat is the Host of Twittering Tales and the challenge is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. This is my first time to try this!
Wow! Fantastic noir tale! I’m glad you joined us!
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Way to go! I was intrigued right from the get go! Hmm two go’s OH well LOL Nice.
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Haha! Thank you- I’ll take it.
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