50 Word Short Story: A Quiet Dawn

            She watched the rosy glow of dawn with unblinking eyes, frozen stiff like the hardened blood that decorated her throat in blackened lace.
            “This won’t do.”
            Soft hands reached over her shoulder and removed the delicate teacup, hours cold yet still warm by comparison.
            “I’ll get you a fresh cup.”


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