I once loved him, now he’s strewn about in pieces. Fragments in my mind. I sip a latte and the listen to the chatter and clinks and clangs of the coffeeshop. We used to come here. I gulp the rest of the lukewarm drink and get up. Outside, snow petals gently rest and melt on cold pavement. The aftertaste of coffee on my tongue. The lingering taste of him. I begin to jog. Then a full-out sprint. I run faster and faster until my lungs hurt. I stop. The pain is good. I grab the water bottle strapped to my side and drink. I spit it out some on the dirty pavement. Tears stream down my face. I drink more and hold some of the water in my mouth and look up at the grey sky. Gone forever. I open my mouth and let the water pour out. No one will find the pieces. The pieces of the past. The pieces of his body I hacked up and dumped all the way down the Delaware river.
This is my entry for @vermillionfox's Fox Tales with a one paragraph story based on the image she drew above.
Between holidays and an overdue vacation in January I haven’t had time and honestly not much desire to post. I’m not a blogger. I just like to post stories and sometimes the output can be sporadic. But I hope to change that starting with this piece and post some more stuff soon. Stay tuned!