a beautifully penned flash fiction… when one is forced to grow up
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“It had been a long fight.”
She stared up from her chair. She didn’t even recognize this guy. Who was he to tell her, like she didn’t know?
“Yes, it had been. Thank you for letting me know.”
The man drew back for a second, stunned by her sharpness. Then he recovered and gave her a patronizing, sympathetic smile before walking away.
She hardly remembered any of the others who kissed and greeted her. Yes, I’m okay, please go ahead, I’ll just stay here a bit more, thank you, thank you again… She lost count of how many times she repeated herself, over and over and over.
It seemed to take forever before they were all finally gone.
The grave diggers started tapping their feet, and the driver of the rented car checked his watch yet again. She just kept staring at the coffin, oblivious that there were even any people still around.
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