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Genuine

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I've always wondered about the shape of sincerity. Only once did I find it.

How? An old lady in neon blue sat at the bus stop while Aaron and I watched.
Stared.
Focused.
On the tiny purple purse, sitting in her lap.

"On three," he whispered, "we take it." And we did. She turned away, letting the wind move her head for three seconds, three seconds too long.

Aaron laughed as she searched for the bag. I opened it. What I found broke me. Inside was a letter, addressed to the cemetery. Aaron, made of steel, opened it.
He read it.
Paused.
Then threw the page away.

It flew into my hands. My brain picked up the words.
The words that sang a story of loss and a failed operation.
The words meant for her a husband buried in the earth.
The words of an old lady's heart.

It was their 37th anniversary.
One of my characters, Connor, telling a bit of his past. Hope you enjoy.
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RestlessSands's avatar
what a way to tell it :thumbsup: