#IdeaStory: Laughter
Her laughter
exploded
into a thousand pieces
that went skipping
over his wonder.
One stuck
deep in his heart
and bled when she left.
This story is written in third person and in the first person. I am really looking for feedback here so be brutal. Here’s ‘A Room To Call Own’ in two takes.
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