Six Sentence Sunday, May 29 (Erik’s Tale)

“Pity!” He overturned a table. “And she kisses him,” he yelled as he threw a porcelain swan at the wall. Erik flung off his hat and peeled the mask from his face. He stared at the mask for a moment, the leering death’s head. If only he could take his own face off so easily.

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