How do you run away from your past when it’s tied firmly to your future?
“He is my BF Dad. I know him like the back of my hand”, she had said as Robert revved the car engine impatiently in her driveway. The lines of worry on her father’s face- the map of her future. She was 19 then.
She glances a peek at Robert as they drive back home. On his granite profile wrinkles run like a maze.
She looks at the back of her hand…was that mole always there? is it new? why hadn’t I noticed it before?
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BF – stands for “Best Friend”. I noticed the BF19 in the license plate of the antique car and used it as the base of this story. Exactly 100 words!
PHOTO PROMPT – © Al Forbes
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