50 Word Stories: These Jewellery Box Nights

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Two and the moon, we lay beneath a star-sprinkled sky. The hill frosted before our eyes each grass blade a sugar-frosted sabre, each leaf a glistening butterfly, each breath a sparkling ghost. Two diamonds lost to love, we glittered, the night closing around us like a jewellery box.

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19 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: These Jewellery Box Nights

  1. Holy Moly, you take my breath away, Richard! You just keep on getting better. I can’t wait for your book 3, FYI. I read the first two. LOVED them!! You are seriously talented!!! πŸ™‚ ❀

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