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She’s there to soothe. She’s there to comfort. She’s there to take away the pain.

How can any person resist her?

When all seems lost, she’s the last resort.

Can you hear her calling you? I really hope not.

Who is she? Read ahead and click the blue link to find out. Thanks!

Come to me. You’re a man in need. Shh…be quiet. No one must know. Your secrets are safe with me. They’ll never see the light of day. Leave behind your name and age. Everything looks the same in the darkness. You want to speak. I’ve heard too many tales. Let me drink from your lips […]

Come to Me by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores

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21 Comments on “Come to Me by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores – Flash Fiction

  1. Oh! I was wondering where this was going, but I have to admit that I didn’t figure it out on my own, Terveen… Very cleverly done! Excellent!


  2. A great twist as always with your writing, Terveen. The script plays out like the end of a movie. Plenty of scope to write the story that comes before?

  3. What a surprise ending. I’ve always been fascinated with your ability to make something so sad so beautiful. Life can be hauntingly beautiful in such a sad ending…

    • I love how you say this. Yes, there is something hauntingly beautiful about sadness. It’s difficult to put the exact feeling into words. But it’s somehow peaceful.

    • Thank you so much, Jeff. The self is always in contemplation. I just pray that those who suffer always feel that there is a way to move on. Have a great week ahead. 🙂

      • You’re welcome, Terveen. Always. Indeed, the self is; and, I pray for them too. Thank you, a great week ahead to you too. 😊

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