There is one woman left in the world, and I love her.
I watch from afar, fearful of what might happen should we touch.
Sometimes she cries, yearns for me. I’m too selfish to offer my hand.
My arm aches from the scythe, but it weighs less than my heart.
Guy takes inspiration from love, life and the drunk strangers he meets on his way home. This is his third fifty word story.
One of the strongest fifty-word stories I’ve read.
Thank you for your kind words! It means an awful lot to me x
GP
Very deep and emotionally powerful. Great job.
Epic and precise
Such a way with words. We love you Guy!!!
Thanks DC!
I love this story! Feels like it has ‘story of the year’ written all over it. Great work, Guy! :-)
Thank you for the kind words Mark, glad you liked it! GP
Great story guy, you’ve got talent.
Thanks Elena!
Years later and this is still amazing. I remembered it tonight and had to look it up again
Wow!
Thanks to Victor for pointing out this little gem. It is indeed one of the strongest stories on the site.