Three 55ers, A tag

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THE ESCAPE

He loved her madly, she reminded him of a hummingbird, small, full of life. He was scared she would fly away. He tried to clip her wings, with frowns, by imposing boundaries. Every unkind word, every restraint cut into her soul. One day she broke free, they called it suicide, but he knew the truth.

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MOM’S GIFT

He unpacked the parcel.

“What did your mother send you?” she asked

“A pullover” he said, unfolding it and shaking out the tissue

“It’s so huge” she laughed

He just smiled quietly.  After she left he wore it and snuggled by the heater blissfully, reliving the childhood feeling of being cuddled in his mother’s lap.

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A VAMPIRIC LOVE AFFAIR

“I wish we’d met earlier, I was gorgeous then” she complained, her soft lips pouting

“I’m glad we did not, your beauty could kill me” he said, drawing her into his arms.

“How much do you love me?”

“I’d die for you” he said smitten.

Her fangs dug into his throat … and he did.