Another six sentence fiction story –Dear John
I dreamt about you last night. My car had broken down and you came by on your bike and took my groceries. You said you’d see me at home, but then you took off in the wrong direction and turned down her street instead. Now I know you’ve said it will never happen again, but even in my dreams I don’t believe you. So why don’t we just stop trying to hold on to something that’s already gone. Do what you want – I’m taking my groceries home.
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