http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheWiltedRose The original writings of author Falling Leaf. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027512 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Christopher Riles was not a dishonest man. Or, at least, that’s what he told himself as thecashier swiped his wife’s credit card.Ex-wife, corrected a voice in the back of his head.Riles’ thoughts were his own, but that voice in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWiltedRose/2022627/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWiltedRose/2022626/ The night could have been beautiful, but it's not like I would have noticed. My eyes were filled... overflowing, perhaps, with the beautifully vivid blue that burst from his own gaze. When his eyes happened to find mine, it was the equivalent of trying to pour the ocean into a teacup. I've been look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWiltedRose/1580364/ In those twin blue flames I see tiny universes,and stars that stitch together the edges of whole new worlds. 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Skies begin to blush and the gray Is finally chased from my mournful eyes. 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