Their paths rarely crossed. Flash fiction
Their paths rarely crossed. When they did it was always the mechanical perfunctionary day lit dance between people who would rather not proceed deeper into a friendship. With out rough sunken feelings, just the clear understanding that certain people create toxic mist. Such a fine misty dusting that it sometimes takes years to discover. This was the same person who had grand ideals she spoke about near to the hem of her heart--
such as, " Why can't we all get along? "
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