A Sign

Working on participating weekly in a flash fiction forum – 99 word stories, based on a prompt. No more, no less. This is my first one!

See the group here: Carrot Ranch

When he stopped replying to my messages… it was a sign. When he left without a trace, it was a sign. When he didn’t skulk back and wish me a happy Holiday, new years, or birthday – it was a sign. When he didn’t get upset I ignored his birthday, also a sign. And when he didn’t show up to our long ago planned Valentines Day private party for one, it was a sign.

I refused to listen, I willed it not to be true.

But it was.

He was gone.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

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