"So you found someone?" He asked over the phone,
his fiancé could be heard chattering behind him.
"Yes" she mumbled,
clutching onto the jersey she was wearing which once belonged to him.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Ends
PoetrySometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
