April 17, 2001
Its really cold today and she walked briskly past the beer parlor they frequented but she didn’t stop to look inside or reminisce in the past like she would have. There was a sense of urgency in her footsteps and her shoes clanked and clanked as she walked on the cold pavement. What could it be? She wondered. She blew warm breathe on her cold hands and rubbed her palm together…he knew how to do that pretty well. Hmm.. Her bee lining for her mail box nearly made her fall but she, she would never fall again. She had promised herself that sometime ago
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Absence
Short StoryThe fear of loving is the fear of loosing. She loved and lost what she never truly had to begin with.
