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Original fiction.
866 words.
We bumped hands in a bar in Seattle, and as I looked up to apologize I felt time slow and stretch. The look on her face was the same as the one I’d left her with five years before. Surprised. Then she had been surprised that I would leave her so abruptly, in a flurry of boxes and hastily painted over walls. Now I imagined she was surprised to see me at all. I was certainly surprised to run into her a good fifteen-hundred miles from the last moment we’d shared.
( She recovered quickly, her face folding into a warm smile. She’d always been good at that. )
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therealljidol.
866 words.
We bumped hands in a bar in Seattle, and as I looked up to apologize I felt time slow and stretch. The look on her face was the same as the one I’d left her with five years before. Surprised. Then she had been surprised that I would leave her so abruptly, in a flurry of boxes and hastily painted over walls. Now I imagined she was surprised to see me at all. I was certainly surprised to run into her a good fifteen-hundred miles from the last moment we’d shared.
( She recovered quickly, her face folding into a warm smile. She’d always been good at that. )
This entry was written for Topic 3: It's a Trap! at
therealljidol.
