Micro fiction


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Sophie waited for him in the empty corridors of her mind. She hoped and she prayed; any moment now, he would walk in through the front door, hang his coat, ask about her day.

The seconds ticked, the hours passed. She sat outside in a cold wooden bench, surrounded by the whispers of snow.


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