Sunday, March 31, 2013

Six Sentence Sunday – Lilith

            Holly Hutchins, dead for decades, showed no visible signs of decay.  Except for the tattered remains of her ivory lace dress, she might have been laying in state in the Planters’ funeral home.  Dark blond hair framed a face still fresh with youth.  Her skin flushed pink vitality.
            Alex’s heart hammered.  “How is this possible? 
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