Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Smell the Roses

I've got another first line to add. I thought of this one after speaking to my mom on the phone.

She can smell death. I'm not talking about sniffing corpses or road kill or anything. Smelling death has nothing to do with holding your nose trying to desperately search for fresh air. She can smell death coming. She smells roses and waits for death.

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