By David Derey
This is our last cup together before going in separate directions. I wanted it to be somewhere special.
You chose a Wendy’s by the highway.
We own no furniture together and instead discuss ownership of memories.
I wanna keep all of mine. You’d like to keep one or two.
Which?
No answer.
Only one minute left of the hour you granted. After this cup, I won’t get even a glimpse into your life.
I try thinking of some last words…you can take them with you—and like magic they’ll keep you safe.
But you never believed in magic, any kind.
Oh, so sad, but I loved this!
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This story takes the reader along on a wonderful, sad journey. Loved it!
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Lovely writing.
Thanks you so much!
This is beautifully sad. Loved it.
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Stirred something. I think someone hasn’t really let go
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a sad end to a dying relationship…spot on!
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He must have entered relationship with dreams … so sad.
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Beautiful and sad story.
Thank you a lot, Brian.
So sad. Excellent writing.
Thank you so much.
I love the idea of discussing the ownership of memories. For anyone that has been through heartbreak, this story reminded me of that heart-ache. Well done!
Thank you a lot, Bethany!
I wanted to do something a bit unusual with this kinda story. Glad you liked it.
thank you for all the kind comments. I really appricate it.