Sitting on my window sill.
(It used to be ours)
Remember?
We sat in the rain all day,
Waiting on the rainbow.
Remember us sitting on the window sill?
That night your blood was spilt.
How was I supposed to know he had a gun?
Now I'm sitting on our window sill,
By your blood,
Waiting on the gunman
To come back for me.
Author notes
it was really short, then it was really long, i hope i got it just right!
A contest entry
- promt/ rainbows and blood by tainfinite.
800 points, ended May 24, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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Seem to have hit the prompt with this!! very well done!!
s and *love
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taiinfinite
this was a powerfull write, and a unique option on the prompt, weel done


