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#FP (Friday Phrases) 3/21/2014

She ran,
but he followed,
chasing her through the woods,
and shouting at her as they ran
saying…

Saying,
“Amanda stop!
You’re going to get hurt!
Please stop and let’s talk about this!”
He shouted.

She turned,
and spat at him,
“How dare you! How DARE you!!
After what you told me tonight –
fuck you!”

He froze,
and asked slowly,
“Why are you so upset?
I only told you ‘I love you.’
What’s wrong?”

“‘What’s wrong?!’
Did you even
consider my feelings?!
I have a husband, remember?!
Dammit!”

“That’s true,
but we’ve dated
for the past six months now.
Did you think I would never fall
for you?”

“But you
promised me you
would keep it platonic!
How am I supposed to respond
to this?!”

“You’re right –
I did promise.
And I never should have.
And you should never have asked that
of me.

“But I
cannot pretend –
no, I will not pretend –
that these last six months meant nothing
to me.

“So I
will say again,
‘I love you Amanda.’
I can’t imagine life without
you here.”

She cried,
and she asked him,
“What do you want from me?
Do you think I’ll leave my husband
for you?”

He sighed,
“No, I do not.
That will never happen.
But I had to say this before
I left.

“Because
if you cannot
love me like I deserve,
tonight is the last night you will
see me.

“I don’t
deserve to be
treated like a secret,
and if you really loved me you
wouldn’t.

“So this
is our goodbye,
our last night together.
And if you have nothing to say,
I’ll go.”

She shouted,
“No! Don’t leave me!
Don’t leave me all alone!
I don’t know what I’ll do without
you here.

“I just
feel so lonely
every day I’m with him.
I can’t leave, but I hate feeling
alone.”

“You can.
You can leave him.
You don’t have to stay there.
You needn’t stay miserable
with him.

“Because
your life,
and your happiness,
belong to you alone
Amanda.”

 

This is the complete text of my #FP story.  #FP is a Twitter collaborative project where the participants tell stories using Twitter’s 140 character limit.  You can read more about it here:  http://fridayphrases.com/ and follow them on Twitter at @FridayPhrases.

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Differences in grief

My friend lost a child,
a little brown-eyed girl.
The people mourned with them,
and brought flowers over,
and shared in their tears.

Every year they visit her grave
to honor her memory.

My friend lost his business,
a little grocery store.
The people called him weak,
and mocked him incessantly,
and he cried himself to sleep.

He hung himself last year;
no one brought flowers.

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Parched Pathos

I hate the color of your skin,
and the contours of your face.
My God calls them a sin,
and my pride, a disgrace.

You murdered my brother;
you’ll reap the whirlwinds.
I’ll take away your father,
your family, and friends.

I’ll find those you hold dear,
and set them all ablaze,
and the last thing they will hear
is me laughing through the haze.

And finally, for my own mirth,
I’ll even salt the very earth.