David Farr

Microfiction

Digital art by Author

I’m standing here, frozen, holding a dozen roses and a birthday card.

The apartment’s empty. All she left behind is that ugly coffee table and the piece of paper on top of it. I walk over to pick it up.

“Dear John,” it says.

“Here’s a blank page. Write yourself…

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Oct 28, 2020

Photo by Kasper Rasmussen on Unsplash

there’s two of me.

one of us can’t accept that you’re gone.

I know it’s true.

but this other me, he still lives in the past.

he sees you every day.

I’ve tried convincing him they’re just memories.

but he doesn’t believe me.

he says I’ve fallen for the nightmare.

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