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Loss

March 16, 2007

It was a warm Friday night; she was thinking about him. He was part of a different world now. She smiled, remembering his penchant for assorted flavoured tea. As snatches of forgotten conversations and echoes of slaphappy giggles came to mind, a sad smile crinkled the corners of her mouth.

Life had come of age.

—–> Inspired by, 55Fun

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Krishna permalink
    March 17, 2007 3:09 AM

    Hmm….sounds like an opening from one of O Henry’s short stories. Did you really think that up? :P………and should I wait for the twist?

  2. March 17, 2007 5:12 AM

    @Krishna:
    O Henry? it’s not difficult to think up. it’s a very simple 55.

    and that’s really all there is to it, no twists! 🙂

  3. Sagaro permalink
    March 17, 2007 7:22 AM

    Such stuff generally happen when one is gonna get married soon 😛

  4. March 17, 2007 9:31 PM

    @gapp:
    HOW?! no, seriously, HOW?!

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