The rain coats the sidewalk in slick sorrow, but he doesn’t feel it. Along his path to nowhere, the streetlights dim in mourning, but he doesn’t see. All he can feel is the echo of what once beat in his chest. That which had given him courage at one time, and had guided him to this spot. The very thing she had so unwillingly crushed with pity and resignation.
Entry #2 of the fro this week’s 5 Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. Something else everyone probably has known at least once. And hopefully, only once.
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