My soul still search for you.
For five long years, I was able to avoid this street. I was able to erase this area. I wanted to avoid you. I wanted to avoid us.
Until my car stopped. It ceased to move, for reasons I don’t know. I guess it brought me here. To the corner we call our own.
Winter, spring, summer and fall, this bench was ours.
It was a cold December night when you find me in this corner. I said my name, you said yours.
It was a blooming April morning when you asked me to be yours. Of course, I said yes.
It was a hot yet so bright July afternoon when you gave me that ring. I said I love you and you said you do, too.
I waited for you on that fateful day of October. I can vividly smell the earth-scents and feel the sky-winds as I saw you walk towards me.
I thought it was you. But it wasn’t you. I thought you will come for me. But instead, I went to see you. I waited for you on our corner. But you didn’t wait for me. It’s humidly autumn, but you laid still, chillingly frozen.
“Enough,” I said to myself.
I went back to my car because I cannot stand to be in this corner anymore.
I ran, then stopped abruptly when I saw my bloody self inside my crushed car.
Yay! This is the first time in so many years that I crafted a fictional very-short story and this feels great!
This post is inspired by Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 4 assignment.
Day 4: A story in a single image
Yesterday, you found inspiration in one word and used it as a springboard for a post idea. Images — including photographs and works of art — can also act as starting points for stories, essays, poems, and personal musings. For this exercise, use one of the images above as the creative spark for today’s post. You might use it as the setting for a story or poem, write about how it makes you feel, or describe a memory conjured by it.
NOTE: This story has already a second part. Seasons Part II.
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