I Hear Voices
Aug 7th, 2012 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“Roses or Lilies?”
“Lilies, the orange ones, please.”
The wedding was all they talked about. It was a hurried event and they were planning a small affair but it seemed to be driving them crazy. His parents had refused to be a part of it.
Money was tight and they knew it would get tighter still. If it wasn’t the wedding they were talking about, it was the move to the suburbs.
But they’d made the decision to accept him.
Eight months and a few days and he would be able to put faces to the voices he’d been hearing.
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