RECONCILIATION
‘Three years it’s taken me, but I swear I won’t touch drink again. I still love you passionately. Please come back.’
‘I still love you too, so perhaps…. How did you manage finding me here?’
‘Pure chance. I was passing through, saw Spot, and he led me to you.’
‘But… Spot died last year…’
© September 2010 Colonialist (WordPress)
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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels, with notes writing classical music, and with riding cycles, horses and dinghies.
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Well done!
Take care.
This is exactly the type of story I love, where the ending is just a large question mark! Lovely, Col.
Oh, ha ha ha!
Do I spot a ghost?