By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
I had to see you
walk away. Of course. Fate wouldn’t let me simply go about my day… and you’d
just be gone… and I could ignore your absence. My eye was drawn to you like a
firefly’s light in the darkness, while memory replayed moments you hurt me.
We said goodbye
already – more than a year ago. I, a fool who thought we’d parted friends,
telling you, “I just want you to be happy,” only to find out later how badly
trust was misplaced.
I’ll endure one
more dagger to the heart. Luckily, there’s nothing left to cut out.
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