Word Pitcher
Sometimes words ambush me. I record them here to remember, be inspired, or just enjoy.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
2
Her words riddled his heart like shotgun pellet, and he staggered at the shrapnel echo.
Monday, September 20, 2004
1
The cadence of his father's steps resounded in the marble corridors of his memory.
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