In a hurry? You’re in the right place. I categorise stories as microfiction when they come in at 300 words or less. They’re like wee baby stories. Sadly, though, most of them will never grow up. Or maybe that’s a good thing, ‘cos adulthood kinda sucks.
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. Continue reading “The Last Goodbye”