Short Story


We used to be best friends. You came into my life and told me you would stay. You did not stay. We learned each other secrets, fears, and goals. Our parents met each other and became friends. We planned to go to high school and college together. We thought we had it all planned out. Until one day, I got a phone call saying you were moving to Atlanta at the end of the school year. What happened happen to the promises of being friends forever. Guess forever was pretty short huh? All the phone calls and mailed letters to each other’s houses stopped eventually. I still reminisce on our bond. I wonder if he misses me as much as I miss him.

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  1. TanyaOctober 3, 2017 at 1:42 PM

    This gives very good imagery! I like how you don't if it's a boy or girl until it's the end.

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  2. UnknownOctober 4, 2017 at 12:07 PM

    I miss him too and this short story shows exactly how you feel. Your detailing shows how intimate y'all's relationship was. Good post.

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  3. UnknownOctober 5, 2017 at 5:36 PM

    Very honestly told and touching. I sincerely hope that you get to seem him again. This was very well written and I like how you used a lot of detail about how you were feeling.

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