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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
