http://slow.writerscafe.org/lostforgood The original writings of author lostsoul en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032535 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As she was staring out the window of the moving train, she over heard a group of young people talking in accent her beloved used to talk. The accent still slips from time to time but it's a rarity. Closing her eyes,rather involuntary because she didn't wanna fall asleep, his face surfaced to her eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostforgood/2781211/ As I sit outside on the chilly air, filling my lungs with nicotine, I stare at the sky thinking about my newfound situation. I have a job, I moved out, she's living with me, all I could ask or wish for. But why do I feel this numbness in my chest?  As I light my second cigarette she joins me on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostforgood/2079952/ I stare at one dot. 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