Dawn was minutes away. Light began to move over the dark sky, and she closed the broken blinds. He stared at her carefree posture. She fell awkwardly onto the bed next to him. They were dead. Not to the rest of the world but to themselves. Two distilled spirits mixed together that no one would imbibe. He touched her round, smooth face, brought her dirty blonde hair to his nose, sniffed and said, "you smell like defiance". Barely paying attention, she blinked, and responded, "what?" Enraptured but scared by their dysfunctional bond, he looked away and answered "nevermind".
*blogger's note* : 100 words is back. @velvetverbosity and her http://velvetverbosity.com/ 100 word challenge is in business for the New Year. This is my entry for this week. The one word prompt is SPIRIT. There's a musical theme here. Hope you get it.
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