Happy new year! No prizes for guessing that today’s prompt is about the new year. As always, it is going to be unique. You know the rules by heart. Yet, reminding rules for the uninitiated- 

• Write a story, complete in itself.
• Check spelling, grammar, and punctuation.
• Copy and paste your Story URL to the inLinkz list.
• The story should be up to 250 words.
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Here is the prompt for the story.  Your protagonist seeing/meeting an ex at the new year party.  Weave a story, have fun! Have a fabulous new year!



 

Move On

 
Credit Pixabay.com

Credit Pixabay

Ah! There she is, Mary. I always wanted to see that freckled face and those blue eyes again and confront her for breaking my heart again and again. She is sitting by the bar, all alone. She looks old, however, the age has added charm and grace to her looks.  She looks sad. Is she sad because she misses me? It’s been ages. Does she sit like this every night? Even on new year’s eve? God! How much I loved her! She still makes my head woozy.

Those freckles are gone. I loved her freckles. Has she concealed them? She glides her manicured hands on her silky dress? The royal blue dress suits her. Blue is my favorite color. Did she know I was going to be here? Maybe, someone told her.

She is eating pasta, she loves that or used to love that. I’m not sure anymore. I am not sure about anything anymore. She looks up and I wave. She looks away. It’s almost as if she can’t see me. There hasn’t been a single day when I did not think about her: Talking endlessly about the songs she loved, and then singing together, holding hands. I notice she is wearing a ring. She has moved on, it seems. 

My reverie is broken when someone passes through me. I realize, that nobody can see me. It is about time, I move on too.