The window had been open for weeks, the net curtain blowing in the wind. Each time I passed, I wanted to shut it but I couldn’t bring myself to. I thought it as a metaphor; when the window closed so would that part of my life and she would be gone forever.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2018/05/29/twittering-tales-86-29-may-2018 with thanks).
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I love your tale Hayley. So melancholy, saying so much in only a few words. 🙂
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Thanks 🙂 I really enjoy writing them and it’s helping me to improve my writing too.
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That’s what I like about flash fiction. Teaches one to be succinct. 😉
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It really does!
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