Fictions

Portrait

It’s cold on the surface. Every other touch was felt to the core. Right then, he pushed a little harder.

“Aahhh!” She screamed, “don’t, please.”

“Right, there you are.” He hit harder this time. It was dark to nail a portrait on the wall.

 

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