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Total Recall
He couldn’t
force unwilling feet past the phantom threshold; restrained by echoes.
CLANG!
Even from the
doorway, sour bile rose treacherously to his mouth.
Six by four.
The ghostly thoughts
of pacing returned to haunt his doubled visions.
Then and now.
Her absent perfume
washed his sinuses in lavender.
He had looked only
for a quiet armistice, she had sought total victory.
Many shades of
memory, colour subsumed.
White walls
greyed by time.
He could barely now
discern the faded stain, lurid in his mind’s eye.
Red to the floor;
pink from the cheeks.
In war there are
no victors.
100 Words
@nickjohns999
This story was written for Stevie McCoy's Tuesday Tales
and received an Honourable Mention from judge Sarah Fiete (@SareeseFeet)
and received an Honourable Mention from judge Sarah Fiete (@SareeseFeet)
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