He remembered the time someone he loved told him that she hated him.
Burned like a hot knife across his back. Sickened like food poisoning. He thought she loved him.
The hatred on her face.
The way she crushed the words.
Saturday’s Wandering Thought
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Michael Seidel, writer 
Ooh, so visceral!
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