10:40 am. Saturday, May 29, 2032
Back at the cafe once more, I order my usual hot chocolate and make my way to my table.
The usual table, with its mismatched seats and all.
I love creative writing class...but sometimes it can be a serious hassle. My assignment this time was to write a story set in a historical era focusing on the setting. To determine what era we would be writing about, we had to pick out of a jar, and I picked the industrial revolution, which was an era I was not very much familiarized with.
Meaning I'd have to do some research, a very tiring and time-consuming ordeal.
Thankfully, I always have my hot chocolate and the cafe to go to.
I sighed, taking a sip out of the cup and opening the computer to see a new notification pop up.
An email, just like last week.
Is it the same person?
Hey,
Remember when we used to hold hands in front of our friends, and they'd always yell, "No PDA!" at us?
~Me
P.S. My life is going along decently. College can be tiring though.
YOU ARE READING
Remember When
Historia Corta"Hey, Remember when you and I were sitting next to each other for about half an hour watching a movie and you didn't notice that you were leaning on me and thought I was a wall?" A series of emails about memories of days long past.
