Tim Barlow Writes

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Inevitable as the Dusk

 

How did things turn out so badly? It made no sense. In another world, another time, that sunny couple had smiled and laughed under a big blue sky, the runway of their future stretching solidly before them like a warm concrete promise.
And yet, and yet. She could not see it coming. It lurked just beyond the horizon, out of sight but inevitable as the dusk.

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