By Dewey Dabbar
“You’d have hated the reunion,” said Derek across the table to Maria, his wife. “Morgan, who wrote those fantasy stories the teachers raved about. He pens greenwash for corporations. And Isabella, who won the charity fundraising prize. Remember her? Investment banker.”
The day Derek fell for Maria they were thirteen. She’d tied herself to a tree by the football field to save it from being felled. She alone from her class had reached her potential.
Maria extended her arm toward Derek.
“Mam,” uttered a guard. “Refrain from physical contact.”
She’d be out next year. Free for another crack at the dam.
Great time lapse
I like how different this story is. Can you explain what Maria’s lot is though?
Great story in just a few words.
I liked the ending of the story. Nolite te Bastardes Carborundorum.
Best story I’ve read on this site in weeks. The penultimate line had me thinking it was yet another insufferable coronavirus story, but the final line squashed that fear quick. Well done.
Beginning sets up the end nicely.
Nice build up… and great ending. Wasn’t expecting that.. and I like a twist..good writing!