She asked, sitting so close to me as we looked at pictures.
She noticed my silence, because she looked at me, paused, then subtly adjusted herself away from me.
Every time with her was a break up period for me.
She knew it, but she wasn’t going to do anything about it. She didn’t feel the same way.
I wished I could just disentangle myself from her,
Leave after our Wednesday smoothie, and never turn back.
Never pick any of her calls.
Never get to see her smile.
Never get to hold her.
But as much as every moment with her reminded me of what I didn’t have,
I knew that not having that would kill me.
Hi everyone! Another short prose fiction. Did you like it? If you did make sure to say so, tell me what you think about it, and share it if you will.
I’ll introduce a challenge here. The picture on top, which is also the feature image, I want everyone of you interested, to use it to write either your own poem, or prose fiction, or an art work. What ever you’ve got. There is a condition. It must be a short one. I would not give any word limits, but it shouldn’t be much. Of course it would fall into the love / relationship category.
Go ahead and let’s see how creative you can get. Here, tomorrow is going to be Friday, and I am going to choose of the persons who have submitted, and post their work here on my blog, then next week I’ll get another picture, then feature the next Friday, for as long as I want it to go on.
Whatever you’ve written should be submitted to my email which is email@example.com.
Not the comments guys. My email. Ask any questions if you don’t really understand how it is.
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Thank you for reading 😊 Don’t forget to send in your entries.