Monday, June 10, 2013

100 Words a Day 292

“It happens to everyone,” Sara said, snuggling deeper into the covers.

“You don’t understand. It’s never happened to me before. It’s like opening Pandora’s Box; it cannot be shut again. It’s like a soldier wondering if this is the battle where his courage will fail him.”

“You’re being too dramatic.”

Nathan ignored her and continued, “It’s a sword of Damocles, hanging over me, the thread fraying with age. The first piece of it has fallen on my shoulder, now I’m just waiting for the thread to snap and the sword to come crashing down.”

Sara was dead asleep, completely unconcerned.

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