Prompt for July 5: Four Lines of Prose – Too Much

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[prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/%5D

I remember only a handful of things about her appearance. She was beautiful, I do remember that, with ebony hair that glistened in the sunlight that streamed from the grubby cafeteria window. The smile she gave me was a promise of something special yet to come, a sign that we had a future together.

This future never had a chance to happen for when she passed me, her perfume burned my nostrils and stole my consciousness from me.

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