10 Jan 50 Word Stories
Premonition
It was December 3rd, 2017. You told me you loved me, and I couldn’t say it back. We had a good run. Seven months of okay brunch dates and mediocre Netflix dates and average naps.
I took out my notebook and read our breakup poem out loud, dated July 10th.
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Ballerina
Music fills the room. The girl poised, arms held high, dances gracefully for her audience. Her pink tutu flutters. Her ballerina slippers glide across the wooden floor.
“Dinner’s ready!” her mother calls. “Coming!” replies the girl. As she makes her way to the kitchen, still dancing, her two puppies follow.
