Her memory consoled me as the wind howled outside the pub. I downed my pint and ordered another.
“Nate,” I heard from behind me, in a voice once belonging to the past.
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In the dark, cold winter, I stayed warm by recalling the sound of her laugh. I comforted myself with memories of nights spent drinking much, laughing hard and sleeping little. In the past she would remain young forever. I’d never know her shortcomings; she’d never be exposed to mine. In the past she could remain perfect, not to be marred by reality.
Her memory consoled me as the wind howled outside the pub. I downed my pint and ordered another. “Nate,” I heard from behind me, in a voice once belonging to the past.
Paul A. Freeman
24/11/2023 09:17:55 am
Alas, life's reality check.
Ruby Lyn Norada
25/11/2023 06:43:32 pm
Nate's way of escape is clearly not a solution. Can't drink reality away.
Sue Clayton
26/11/2023 12:50:24 am
Haunting tale.
Christa Loughrey
27/11/2023 07:01:35 pm
How I want to read an expanded version of this story, and know the whole of it. There's a lot of sorrow bound up in these few words, Luke. Comments are closed.
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