The smiling sun and the jovial man-in-blue walking his black dog both fail to break the darkened state I am in after he left me broken and bruised.
So this is what first heartbreak feels like. T’was like a rollercoaster ride which pulls your heart up, up, up until it feels so heavenly and then bam! Dropped. Done. Dead.
I would be willing to take any road to find my way back to him, but then, but then, we’ve never been.
Our story’s like the summer air. You can feel it, but it’s not even there in the first place.
Word count: 100
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Photo credit: Louise of The Storyteller’s Abode
In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) October 18, 2016.
- 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
Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy!