Fifty Words

Sam writes exactly fifty word stories Monday through Friday.

Jul 2

breakup

There would be no more speaking.

Instead, they looked out the window and watched the flurry of snowflakes turn into spring, then fall foliage, then sunlight, then back again. The wallpaper turned gray from dust. Sometimes, in the moonlight, they saw ghostly reflections stare back at them from the glass.


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