she took her guitar, tuning it perfectly.
a finger on the third fret, on the sixth string,
sounding so deep;
like the oceans,
like his eyes.
she remembered all their moments,
his voice and his words.
she started scribbling words she would never say.
she started writing songs about him.
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fifty
Short Storyfifty words | fifty different stories lowercase intended (stories of our thoughts - some are lighthearted, some are sad.) anyone could be the he, she, they, i or you in these stories. [15 out of 50 short stories]
