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The Elsewhere


FlashFic Attempt:: Flameout
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"No more." She touched the black eye and winced. "You will never touch me again."

His car, his pride, his real love reeked of gasoline. Its broken glass sparkled under her boots. She splashed its trunk; she spilled more fuel over the hood. Her fury expended itself with every lunge.

Holding the matchbook burst her drunken thoughts. The car reeked of gas, but so did she. She had torn out a match, pressed it against the cover.

She paused.

"You will never touch me again, Andrew." She dropped the matches and turned.


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