It’s been six years since I last saw my only Hope. I honestly thought I’d never see her again. But life has a funny way of surprising you. I was just sitting there in the café, minding my own business, reading Dorian Gray, when out of nowhere, someone taps my shoulder. I didn’t bother to look at first, but I noticed something around that person’s wrist; it was a black ribbon.
“It’s been so long, Catchy! I’ve missed you so much.”
…Hope; she always leaves you wanting.
YOU ARE READING
Hope
Short Story'Strange; that was always the word used to describe me. My teachers knew me as the strangely quiet kid in the back. The other children knew me as the strange kid who was always reading. Their parents knew me as the strange child who was always alone...
