Halitosis

By Steven Holding

Whenever they’d locked lips, she’d grimaced at the hint of coffee and cigarettes; ever present on his breath (despite using mints).

She never told him, she actually loved the taste, simply because it was his.

Of all the things she missed, his voice, his touch, his smile, the biggest thing was his kiss.

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“Twenty-six letters rearranged then placed upon a page never ceases to amaze.” – the writer

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