She had struggled all her life to balance on the narrow, highroad.
Ridiculed in high school and teased in college for being "singular".
She never got serious because she never even got.
She didn't even bother with the temporary flings.
She knew all those years she had spent "alone" were not at all lonley, but seeped in waiting and soaked in patience.
She had waited long and full of faith for him, the one that He would provide, the kind, sweet, strong one gracefully and gently waiting, patiently for me at the end of the isle.
The end.
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A Series of Flash Fictions
Short StoryA few or so very short fiction stories about nothing in particular. If requested, I can do a longer story on a flash fiction that I post. Reviews are welcome, I would love to improve my writing.
