Written for Friday Fictioneers. Friday Fictioneers is a Flash fiction community curated by the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff. In response to the photo prompt by Liz Young here’s…
Broken Things
Her hand is in mine and mine in hers.
“One day you’ll cry for me.”
“Cry?”
“Bawl your eyes out.” She smiles that lopsided smile of hers.
*
Her head is on my shoulder.
“When you return one day, with someone else, will you tell her?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes. It’ll make her jealous.”
“Ok.” She looks in my eyes, uncertain. Later that evening she whispers three words in my ear before leaving.
*
It could’ve ended differently, you know.
But she prophesied this herself.
You could’ve been happy.
But I don’t want to be. You see, pain is good.
*
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Just lovely
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Thank you 🙂
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Loved the language even though I’m not sure what happened here!
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That’s open to imagination 🙂 Thank you for reading.
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I guess some people just don’t want to be happy. Wonderful writing.
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thanks for reading.
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Dear Tamal,
Lovely writing, if not cryptic. I’d love to know what three words she whispered in his ear.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Not everything should be said aloud. Thanks for reading.
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star-crossed lovers trying to make the best of it.
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Some people kind of do enjoy being sad, that romantic idea of fate stealing away their love. Deftly done
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thanks for reading.
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My pleasure 🙂
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I really loved this, beautiful writing. I too think some things should stay unspoken.
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thanks for reading.
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