Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine
Posted on October 9, 2018
by Charmed Chaos
They died in the darkest hour of the coldest night of the year and when they left, their souls opened the door to the cage. This cage, with the bars to keep her captive, is the only home Lovey has ever known. Advertisements
Category: Flash Fiction, Short StoryTags: #flashfiction, fears, Freedom
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