Although he’s worked there for fifteen years, no-one remembers his birthday. He signs cards for others, drinks their champagne, and every 15th April, he goes home to complain about how his colleagues made a stupid fuss over him again. His family smile, feel less guilty that they’d forgotten the day.
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Oh, Sarah, that makes me feel so guilty ... what a story - and only 50 words
xJoanna
Aw, Sarah. That’s so sad. Not the forgetting… cos that happens sometimes in the helter skelter of life… but his pretending that they'd made a fuss at work. So ache-y.
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There were cards on his desk, and wrapped presents, tied with small ribbons. And they’d got him a cake in a box. ‘Happy Birthday, Kieran’ written in white icing on a chocolate background. Fifty candles they’d light over lunch. Kieran hadn’t the heart to tell them it wasn’t his birthday.
Ah thank you. Made me sad too.
so tragically real.
Better late than never - I wrote this a while back but realised I hadn't posted it here -
Smile sweetly. And eat up my best wishes. I cut them out all by myself. No adult supervision necessary. I know how to spell and I didn’t cut myself. I didn’t need to bleed, they were already tinged pink. I hope you enjoy your day. I hope your teeth decay.
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