A Cheap Motel
Author: Vampyr Tears
Green eyes darted around the room. She could see him, across the smoke filled room. At a round, battered table, an ash tray tipped over, and some blonde half asleep.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|anonymous (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, September 22 2010, 09:48 pm|
|mental (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, June 17 2013, 01:26 am|
you could always fill in the rest of the story.
thats the beauty of this story.
maybe he just left her the room for the night,never know
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