The Regret
Flash Fiction / April 4, 2012

Aroon sat up from the love nest of soft leaves. “Dugan, do you feel any regret over the changes we made?” He covered his shoulders with his hands, feeling a cold shiver shoot across his naked back. “I do feel regret.” Dugan closed the distance to warm Aroon with his own body. “We should have known better than to make these changes.” Read the rest at

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