‘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 and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies.
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4 Responses to FRIDAY FLASH FICTION 55

  1. Tokeloshe says:

    Well done! ;-)

    Take care.


  2. adeeyoyo says:

    This is exactly the type of story I love, where the ending is just a large question mark! Lovely, Col.


  3. cindy says:

    Do I spot a ghost?


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