Pages of Bella
A short story I wrote last year, and realised I had not yet posted here.
Pages of Bella
She opens the scrapbook at the beginning. There is no need for it; all pictures are already tattooed in her mind, and she only needs to open the last page to insert the very last picture, but as in a trance she looks through the pages. She spills no tears. ( Read more... )
Pages of Bella
She opens the scrapbook at the beginning. There is no need for it; all pictures are already tattooed in her mind, and she only needs to open the last page to insert the very last picture, but as in a trance she looks through the pages. She spills no tears. ( Read more... )
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