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    dots Submission Name: Tears of a Clown- other side of the storydots

    Author: wilted_flower
    ASL Info:    22 f uk
    Elite Ratio:    2.94 - 42/56/28
    Words: 266
    Class/Type: Prose/Longing
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       Well, here's his side of the story. It's only fair that everyone gets their chance to explain what happened so here's Sam's.

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    dotsTears of a Clown- other side of the storydots

    Sam couldn't understand where Jenny had got the idea for Lee's birthday and he sure as hell wished he'd thought of it first, that'd show the witch how much he really cared for his son. Some days he really wondered exactly why he'd ever married her-now the divorce, that he understood- but not the marriage. Sitting cross legged on the floor of his living room he flipped open his wallet and looked at the pictures inside, gently he removed the one of Lee and revealed a second and much more tattered one lurking behind it. Slowly he traced the outline of the image, god she had been beautiful, all brightness and laughter; his Chloe. How had he managed to trade her for Catherine? Not Cat, no that was far too common for her, but Catherine with the immaculate nails and the smiles that never quite reached her eyes. To be fair, she had been there for him when Chloe had pulled the great vanishing act, why hads she vanished? He sat staring at the photo for a minute longer before roughly shoving it back into its hiding place and clearing his throat, no more tears for her, he'd made that vow years ago but it didn't stop the memories creeping in at the back of his mind and it didn't stop him talking to them when all else in life was low. Chastising himself for his foolish behaviour he stood up and made for the door, it was his day to see Lee and no one, even his Lilly of the Valley would interupt that.

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      This was remarkable, and an impeccable and enjoyable tale! Fleur, your writing skills are remarkable!
    | Posted on 2007-09-03 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ]

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