A speck…

“Write to me everyday”, he said.

I nodded-  Words stuck like a broken down car on a lonely highway.

I stood near the ‘Ticketed passengers only’ sign watching him walk the long corridor  to his flight until he was a speck…in my eye.

I went back to our empty apartment. Each day  a penance until his return.

19 years later:

“Text me everyday”, he says.

I nod.

I watch him  walking the long corridor to his flight until he’s a speck…and break into a jig.

Each day is going to be a party!

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This 100 word story may or may not be a true ,depending on who’s asking 🙂

More details about this 100 word challenge at:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/08/10/12-august-2016/

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Adam Ickes