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Lermontov

Microstories

“If only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.”, Mikhail Lermontov

BEVERLEY BRYANT

Twenty seven leaves fell soundlessly as the bullet quivered through the sultry July air. Shocked from their branches too soon, they twisted and rushed dying. Life passed.

Wrapped in her overcoat against the cutting wind, she was a forlorn figure. The № 27 was late. Her bare toes curled against the cold, damp pavement.

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