You and me, best friends forever. Walking our dolls in tiny strollers, playing hide and seek, swimming in the pool in your backyard, climbing trees only to be rescued by your father, reading Enid Blyton books to each other, drawing hopscotch squares on the path to your front door. We did everything together. Well, almost. Waiting outside the movie theatre, watching you scarper through traffic, late as always, our eyes met one last time as you were tossed high in the air, landing with a thud on the road. Then you disappeared. Forever.
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Paritosh Chandra Dugar
26/2/2018 07:59:46 pm
A poignant tale so beautifully developed ! In just 93 words ! Congratulations.
david
27/2/2018 03:27:53 pm
i was thinking of my best friend growing up as I was reading the story, anticipating that marriage changed things. imagine my surprise. Powerful story. Comments are closed.
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