The young man stood at the bow of the ship, the evening breeze tossing his hair as the sky faded from muted pink to deep plum. "Hello, Jack." Rose approached in a cautious manner, a smile on her lips. "I changed my mind." Jack's eyes glinted against the dipping sun. "Give me your hand." She… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: Last Night On The Titanic
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