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They giggled in graveyards, heads together. Secrets and stories passed between them without words, through the semi-permeable membrane of friendship. These are the games they play.

They meandered by mausoleums, stealing glances through downcast lashes. Young love, manic in shy passion, conveyed by a touch, a look. These are the games they play.

They cavort by crematoriums, the only place where the dead don’t walk. Fire burns, but not as hot as the fear and despair that drives them. Teeth and nails leave scratches and bites, and then maybe she’ll be able to sleep. These are the games they play.

Date: 2010-07-12 07:42 pm (UTC)
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This was really cool. I loved the repetition that made it almost poetic.

Date: 2010-07-12 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] garnigal.livejournal.com
Thanks. Sunny is doing a flash fiction thing this time around, and I couldn't get "the games they play" out of my head after I saw the prompt. So I used it multiple times. :)

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