After we left the lawyer’s office, we walked in different directions. A moment later, I turned and watched her cross the street, her pineapple-top hair bouncing and a purple scarf billowing behind like a flag. I stood there thinking about our last conversation. Then I remembered the first one we ever had. Everything in between was momentarily lost, as though it had never been more than filler. When she reached the other side of the street, I made a mental snapshot just before she disappeared. It was like turning the page of a novel and finding the next page blank.
Paritosh Chandra Dugar
14/8/2020 09:08:23 am
Beautiful! The last line is so meaningful and marvellous! Well done, Jim.
Jim Woessner
14/8/2020 03:44:26 pm
Thanks. I appreciate it. However, the story should have been in the "nonfiction" section.
Sandra James
14/8/2020 10:00:26 am
Great snapshot of something so many have gone through. Well written!
Jim Woessner
14/8/2020 03:45:47 pm
Thanks. Much appreciated. And you're right... so many of us have gone through it.
Sue Clayton
15/8/2020 02:33:27 am
Pineapple top hair; what a great description. Felt the heartache in your words.
Mary Wallace
15/8/2020 03:08:18 am
Time to begin another story on that blank page Jim. Very well done. Comments are closed.
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