The Ritual Cleansing
He let his voice fly with the winds. She waited at the other end of the breeze to catch his words. Once again, to cover her nudity with his scattered words. It kept her warm.
Lately, the industries been breathing its fumes in the same air.
Lately, she has been taking his words to the laundry before she would put them on.
Lately, the industries been breathing its fumes in the same air.
Lately, she has been taking his words to the laundry before she would put them on.
Labels: fiction, flash fiction, industries, love, religion, ritual, short story, story, surreal, voice