Romance by Jessica Otto
We stepped outside the greenhouse and the lights went cold. He reached out; his palm froze against Saturn’s gelatinous ring and pulled away from his wrist like wet paper. I felt the romance leak out of our suicide as I saw the black hole. I punched him in the face.
Jessica Otto lives on a marsh with husband and many cats, she is fond of micro poetry and twitter fiction.
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1 comments:
I think this is brilliant. I can't find any other words to describe it. Simply brilliant.