By Jim Pownall
Casey bought me signed books, bands discography on vinyl, even an Underwood Typewriter.
In return, she wanted holidays in Paris, a new home, financial stability. I couldn’t afford all that pulling pints. I’d cuddle her, write sweet notes, mention our beautiful future. She’d recoil and say, “This isn’t working.”
Casey’s new boyfriend owns a BMW and a huge house. Meanwhile, I live alone in our flat, a museum of my failed relationship with her. Friends say that Casey didn’t deserve me.
Last week, I hauled her stuff to the auction house, needing the memories gone. Today, the extra £11,000 seems therapeutic.
Loved this! Great 101 words
Thanks Stella! I appreciate it.
Love the little reveal at the end!
Thanks for reading, Edward. I’m glad you liked it!
Very good. Says so much and leaves me thinking.
Thanks Toni!
That’s very kind of you to say.
Jim
Fantastic little story! Nice work.
Thank you Tony!
That’s really kind.
Jim