So What
by David James
This morning I heard her downstairs trying to get away silently. I knew she would write a short goodbye note. I knew it would tell me her reason for leaving —she had to be free of my indifference. I dressed, finished my coffee, backed out of the driveway and went to work.
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fine small gem
Have to admit this flipped a switch. Well done.
Sad. Brutal. Beautifully written.*
Devastating. * Even more so that he backs out.
Good writing, David. Nothing wasted, yet the picture is focused. *
Thanks, Jake, Gary, Carol, Amanda, Pia and Sam. I really appreciate your kind comments about thus somewhat trifling little piece.
Well done. Well done.*
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"this somewhat trifling little piece"
It's a lot bigger than that.
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short, sharp, pow.
Gary, Brenda, Bill and Meg, how nice that you read my story here. Thanks.
Nice. A gem indeed. *
Short n effective. Strong writing. Loved the honesty in ur writing. *
Christian and Javed, thanks for your comments. I appreciate that you read my tiniest of stories.
Right.*
I assume the narrator is male, in which case this is a complete cameo of the current state of human affairs. *
Steve and Beate, thanks for reading my little story. The narrator is probably male, but doesn't have to be.