When they first met, James wrote her name everywhere. She and he were forever. He said that, when they were old, they would walk through the park and catch sight of their younger shadows. Now, as he scribbles her out, it’s only her shadow he sees. Sees her everywhere. Forever.
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Poignant. Really like this one.
Not an elbow, a mug nor the print off a glossy magazine lay underneath the patch of black marker pen on the bench's armrest. In time, the bench would turn completely black and she would never know that his name was paired with every single broken heart in the town.
love it, thanks Sarah
Years back, Clint cut her name into the bark of a tree. His own name and hers in the ring of a heart. Later, that tree felled by a storm. The wood cured, sawn into lengths and a bench he made of it. But her name still in the wood.
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