They said that he was gone, but I could still feel his presence.
They said it was beyond repair, but I got it fixed… with a hefty price.
They said I was stupid to hold on to a dead man’s trash, but it is treasure to me… a treasure of memories we once shared riding together on this bicycle.
They said I was insane, but I was more sound than ever.
Just because I didn’t style my hair, or put on makeup, or dress the latest fashion, doesn’t make me a crazy girl! I have more important things to do! I wasn’t running around doing nothing! I was tracing back the path where we walked hand in hand; the road where we cycled side by side; the garden where we first met; the beach where he proposed; every where… that we had been before… together. I just want to recall them all, so that I can write them down in my diary and remember forever.
I shouldn’t have taken him for granted.
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Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Challenge #44. I’ve written a short poem on this story, which you can find here.
Thank you Priceless Joy for hosting this weekly challenge. This week’s photo is from pixabay.com.
- a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
- each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
- no serial (continuation) stories
- include a pingback to the challenge post