His eyes are blue, mysterious oceans, and his lips so soft and full. Once I stole a lock of his auburn hair from the back of the barber’s chair. I couldn’t resist. I had to keep him— so I put these treasures in a Mason jar next to my bed.
His eyes are blue, mysterious oceans, and his lips so soft and full. Once I stole a lock of his auburn hair from the back of the barber’s chair. I couldn’t resist. I had to keep him— so I put these treasures in a Mason jar next to my bed.
Julie Kusma, Author 
Eek! 💖👑
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Just a little something to read with breakfast! LOL
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Well! Eerily poetic. ♥
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Thanks, Jill— some are just too good to let get away!
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Saving a bit of masculine under your pillow? lol
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Was not expecting that last line 😄 Great flash fiction – perfect horror! 💐 Looking forward to more of your writing 💖
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Thank you so much- I do love me a great last line!!!
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