HARLOT
Mary caressed the photograph remembering their honeymoon in the
ancient capital of the Burgundy province of Dijon, France. The wonderful romantic strolls
through historic streets while planning their future.
"You said you'd always love, cherish, and adore only me,
but she entered your life, and I no
longer exist. Her emerald eyes, cherub cheeks, and that melt your heart smile.
"I've lost you my love, but I refuse to admit defeat, and I will never accept
this harlot.
"Despite your assurances
you'll always be mine, I hold no love for our daughter. She is the
ruination of my life."
100 words
Yolanda
Renee © 2015
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