100 Vacuous Words | Writer & Author Teresa Little
Her thoughts bled out in a vacuous descent. "He's gone?" "Gone." Erica waited for it to sink in. How long had her sister known him? Not that it mattered, she never thought before jumping and once again the proof was the empty expression on her face. "Nah." Eve waved her hand before her as though the word held the power to wipe away the action. She had planned - past tensed - to make them dinner. A cozy retreat from the world, cuddled on the couch with a bottle of wine and some old romantic movie she knew by heart.
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