http://slow.writerscafe.org/trey3824 The original writings of author Elias Kovats en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054716 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She wore sadness onher sleeve. 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She slowly began to shift in her bed to regain full awareness.The sleep medication usually makes her groggy in the morning, and today was nodifferent. She rolled over to look at the clock on her night stand: 3:43 a.m.,it's her 23rd birthday. She grudgingly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trey3824/2047441/ A woman sat at her desk, her face lit only by the dull yellow gleam of the desk lamp. She had lines on her face created by age and hours of brooding. She was shrewd, but powerful. She did not suffer fools, nor did she have empathy for those she considered beneath her. She had just hung up the phone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trey3824/2047439/ The crumpled remains of a blue Dodge Ram lay upside down at the bottom of the hill, halfway wrapped around a tree. The road at the top was empty save a jet black Audi parked just at the edge, it's driver eyeing his handiwork. 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