I looked into her eyes.
I held her hand.
I should have said, “I love you.”
Should have said, “Thank you for the good times.”
But I was angry still,
after all those years.
I looked into her eyes.
I dropped her hand.
I said,”Goodbye,”
and then I died.
Harry Demarest has written 30 50-word stories that have been published, and another dozen or so that were not good enough. Two of his longer stories have been published.
Yes! Well Done!
Ah Harry, you had me there. What a trickster!
Once in dumb fun
Jon did run,
But one town-bound
Ran him down.