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Copyright-Al Forbes
The Message
Walking down the grassy knoll the wind blew her hair around her face as she re-read the message.
“…so you see, there’s really no possibility for us.”
She’d re-read that message over and over, two years of love ended in a text message.
Pain hit her suddenly. The young man picked himself up.
“Oh! Meagan! You ok?”
“Fine.” Though she wasn’t.
“I was hoping to run into you, I wanted to know you better.” He grinned.
“Well you did that!” she smiled for the first time in a month.
They limped to the coffee kiosk. She put her phone away.
Word count: 100
Bastet and Sekhmet's Library 
Love this bitter sweet piece:-)Glad that they found each other -life should be all about the positives -no use in looking backward and regretting,life is to live,looking and moving onward and forward:-)
Yes,life for today’s generation specially is all about texts and msgs on whtsapp or FB or twitter or the likes-no decency left-no respect for relationships-sad!Am glad I was born when I was and had the opportunity to enjoy love in it’s full glory-love letters,flowers,long walks,holding hands,stolen looks and kisses-what a ride!
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I’m so happy you enjoyed this piece…in another age, perhaps she would have been reading a letter? Each age has it’s way of being impersonal and the pavid will find a way avoid the courageous act of facing a difficult situation by hiding behind an impersonal means 😉
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Ah,true-in olden days,possibly they ran away,lol!
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😀
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Ouch – both the text break up and the collision! Maybe the coffee will be the beginning of something that will take her mind off the past. A month is a long time to not smile.
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Ah…I’ve known young people to go longer…but I think the collision will shake her out of her melancholy 😉 Glad you enjoyed it!
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I like the sudden aspect of the happy ending (or should I say happy beginning?). Hope renewed!
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Like to think that it’s always possible to move on.
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No better time to move on… nicely done.
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Thanks!
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Dear Bastet,
Your story brought me to tears for a number of reasons, not the least of which was the wonderful, effortless way you put it together. Thank you for the tears. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
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Thank you for this extraordinary comment that you’ve just paid me Doug, you’ve left me without words I assure you!
A presto, Georgia.
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Dear Georgia,
Someone very dear to me is living its reality. Beautifully imagined and well crafted. Thank you for writing it.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle, I’m sorry for your dear one. Thanks for your comment and thank you for reading it.
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Actually my dear one’s moving on. 😉
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That is very good! One close to me had a similar problem not long ago, guess that’s why it popped up in the story. 😉
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