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Still Waiting

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Author: Florence At Night

Florence At NightMay 26, 2016

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Still Waiting

written by: Florence At Night

@FlorenceAtNight

Her tears.

Nothing ever moves, but her tears.

She waited.

Scorching summer days.

Gelid winter nights.

She waited.

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Florence At Night

A story that has been lurking in the darkness of my soul for many, many years. Now, mercilessly, is bleeding on paper. The Other Florence, the one nobody knows.

Florence, Tuscany

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Still Waiting - May 26, 2016

Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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