By C.J Fenley
Curry struggled to secure my lips on hers. The kiss was cold, lifeless, but I wasn’t going to deny her whatever modicum of passion she’d desperately wanted to come over her. The last chemo session had left her fatigued and pale.
“Do you remember when Garcia put a funny-looking tomato instead of a cherry on our first-anniversary cake?”
I laughed at this; she laughed too. A hollow laugh.
“Don’t laugh too hard,” I said.
Her eyes were now glossy like clear quartz stones, but the tears wouldn’t fall.
She attempted a fairly spirited smile. “What else is there left to do?”
Why must you break my heart this morning?
something my mother would have said. Thank you. Bleak and beautiful story
So sad and so well-written. 101 words jam packed.
Oh, how sad. Painful truth.
I feel this story. Someone I loved very much was very sick, and she told me that she didn’t want to be asked a million times a day what was wrong, instead, she wanted to go on little adventures and talk about the other things in life. Well written!
I’m delighted to hear this, Trevor.?
Thanks for reading.
This is amazing ?
Quietly moving and tender. I wonder about your title. It seems to me to tell the reader that this is the very end where the story suggests to me that there is still some time left
The story itself I loved.
I read it as another reminder to be in the now and enjoy your good health while you have it. Thank you
Gut-punch story. Well-written. 🙂
Nice story with a bittersweet ending.
Love it. Can I suggest one edit to make it fly? Delete fairly from last para.
Wasn’t aware I could cry at such a short story, but here we are. Wonderful, and heartbreaking all at once.
Quite the emotional read.
This is beautiful but also sad, and precise!
It makes me wonder about the rest of the story.