By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
I don’t hate you
for breaking my heart. In truth, I expected it; waited for “the bomb” to drop
right from day one. It’s the story of my life, really; I’m used to it. But, I
didn’t expect to be stabbed in the back… the blade killing trust and affection
in one thrust.
Sadly, the deepest wounds are
inflicted by those held in closest confidence. Despite the danger, we let them
in – even provide them with the weapon – and turn a blind eye to the risk. And,
as love bleeds out, animosity and the rot of indifference corrupts the soul.
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