flashquake 
To appear in Mindprints, Issue #2 |
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I stroke the amber bottle, Sweet Prozac, green and white. It tantalizes, this sweetness of mediocrity. I long for a pill, crave its tranquil magic. Instead I refuse and tighten the cap on temptation. A sigh escapes my lips. Once again I'm alone, with a tumult of emotions. But at least I know they're mine. |
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