I smelled the gasoline-
everything was drenched.
He stood on the peak,
and flicked the Bic.
I held my breath-
it didn't spark.
It began to rain.
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My name is Monica and I am a writer. This is my little corner of the net, along with my MySpace and Twitter. I'm not sure of my writing goals; I'm just trying to get it all out.
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