Nuts and Bolts (SummerzAngel)

One of the nuts looked up at packs of bolts supporting the machine of their home. They sneered down at her. She turned, oily tears brimming in her black eyes. There was one bolt who still gazed down at the lone nut. The latter turned, shocked to see him smiling at her. He waved; she blushed.

The machinery started and the bolts called to each other as the day’s work began. The individuals gave each other one last smile, and then turned away to work, still beaming on the inside.

Perhaps a union between these different groups was possible…

The End

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