The Last Goodbye

string bow illustration

Empty promises were sealed with a gentle kiss on the lips and followed by a final embrace. The hug was long and heartfelt, and when the women pulled away, they squeezed at each other’s hands and gave sad smiles.

“I’ll text you. We’ll do that road trip soon,” one said.

“Can’t wait. Safe trip home,” said the other. “Good luck with the interview.”

“Thanks.” She smiled and then frowned. “I wish you were coming to graduation.”

The other shrugged. She wished a lot of things, but wishes wouldn’t be wishes if they always came true. She smiled once more, because that’s all she could think to do. “See you.”

“Yeah. See you soon.”

The two turned their separate ways, both knowing deep down that, without any fault or blame on either side, they wouldn’t see each other again.


About Stories that Sing

Open Spotify (or music streaming platform of choice) and hit shuffle until you find a song you want to write about. This month was The Kills’ The Last Goodbye.

1 thought on “The Last Goodbye”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *