sits on the swings, with her phone in her hand.
"it's me," whispers
"i don't know what i did, or maybe what i said,"
pause
"you weren't at lunch, i think you were with her..
it's okay if you were, not that i have a say" scoffs
"i'm sorry ryker, for whatever it is i did."
sighs, "why wont you answer? why can't you just
tell me what i did?"
kicks the sand while beginning to swing,
"just call me back."
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Anonymous
Short StoryWhere a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013