Fiction, Human behaviour, Love, Men, Women

Cold Girl

She rubbed her hands together.  The heat that was generated  did nothing to warm her. His words had left her freezing cold. Like a bottle stuck in the fridge for years, she thought. As if his choice of words hadn’t been enough for her loving heart, his unfeeling eyes added insult. She hugged herself to regain normal body temperature but found herself wishing for an ugly woollen coat. Meanwhile, he walked out into the hot summer afternoon.

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