February 16, 2014
It was just another Friday to her. For others, the most romantic day of the year - Valentine's Day.
It had been years since there was a significant other, someone to love, a best friend, soul mate… in her life. She decided that "unlovable" described her and maybe she wasn't cut out to have someone to love or someone who loved her.
When she lost her husband and only child in the blink of an eye, love died with them. She cried, yelled, cursed the world and grieved for years. Then when she thought it was time to move on, there was no one to move on with.
Oh well, maybe it was for the best. her grieving years were her dress rehearsal for being terminally alone.
Shaking her head, she inched forward in the drive through line at the local coffee shop. Every car she could see held a lone person - male and/or female. There should be a way for all of these people to get together, meet, talk, and become acquainted.
Driving up to the window, she was told the gentleman in front of her had bought her coffee. Along
with her steaming cup of sanity the girl handed her a note.
"Kim, it is good to see you out and about. Could we get together for coffee soon. My wife just lost her long battle with cancer and I need a friend who understands what I am feeling right now. Call me at this number when you have time to talk." The note was signed by John Grant.
Oh my, she thought. She had been in her own world of grief and pain that she totally forgot about her husband's best friend John. How horrible for him to have suffered and she not reach out to him.
She would call him when all her errands for the day were done. Maybe there are friends out there after all.
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Flash Fiction
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
It had been years since there was a significant other, someone to love, a best friend, soul mate… in her life. She decided that "unlovable" described her and maybe she wasn't cut out to have someone to love or someone who loved her.
When she lost her husband and only child in the blink of an eye, love died with them. She cried, yelled, cursed the world and grieved for years. Then when she thought it was time to move on, there was no one to move on with.
Oh well, maybe it was for the best. her grieving years were her dress rehearsal for being terminally alone.
Shaking her head, she inched forward in the drive through line at the local coffee shop. Every car she could see held a lone person - male and/or female. There should be a way for all of these people to get together, meet, talk, and become acquainted.
Driving up to the window, she was told the gentleman in front of her had bought her coffee. Along
with her steaming cup of sanity the girl handed her a note.
"Kim, it is good to see you out and about. Could we get together for coffee soon. My wife just lost her long battle with cancer and I need a friend who understands what I am feeling right now. Call me at this number when you have time to talk." The note was signed by John Grant.
Oh my, she thought. She had been in her own world of grief and pain that she totally forgot about her husband's best friend John. How horrible for him to have suffered and she not reach out to him.
She would call him when all her errands for the day were done. Maybe there are friends out there after all.
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Flash Fiction
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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