Friday Flash Fiction: My Goodbye

I chewed the end of my pencil. I’d never been one for writing letters.

“I’m sorry this has to end.” I frowned; rubbed it out. “I’m sorry things have to end this way.”

I bit my lip. That would have to do.

“I want you to know that I’ll never forget you.”

I sighed. Goodbyes were the worst. I drained my glass of liquid courage.

“I hope there are no hard feelings.”

I gazed out across the street. A pair of lovers strolled by, arms entwined. I wanted to yell at them; to let them know their love was fleeting and naïve and fated to end.

“I am returning my key,” I wrote carefully.

Trudging along the road, the sullen dusk was at my back. I glanced at the envelope once more. “Active Life Gym, 259 North Street.” I closed my eyes one final time. And I mailed my goodbye.

(150 words)

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10 thoughts on “Friday Flash Fiction: My Goodbye

      1. Robbie, I used to be in so much pain even after 6 months, I had to consult an ortho friend of mine, apparently my muscles were not healing…. Hahaha I had never been so happy to leave it

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  1. Robbie, I had my heart in my mouth as I read the first few lines.
    Don’t you ever do that to me again!
    Scaring the living daylights out of me!
    How dare you? How dare you start so poignantly and end on your usual note?
    This is fantastic Robbie! I so love it!!

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