Random Ficlet

Courtesy of Old Design Shop

Courtesy of Old Design Shop

She wished things weren’t the way they were, running from invisible phantoms that only her friend heard.

Candlelit dinners were the exchange for childhood sleepovers with required nightlights. Then, her friend’s eyes looked like gems caught in the cross-hairs of flashlights and moonlight. Now, with only the half-height wax watchmen, those same eyes were kissed with insanity.

No, she didn’t miss being kissed by the created characters of her friend’s mind, the ones voiced with cartoonish voices. She tuned

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