Leaving

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young man leaves his sweetheart…

Submitted: July 14, 2019

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I’m leaving on the express train.  Don’t know when I’ll be back again.

The borrowed lyrics sing on repeat in my head as I board the train.  The old John Denver song mirrors my bleeding heart you stole, Alice.  Sweet girl; good as gold.  Always true. 

My ring, you shun.  Already you’ve won one.  No need to request that you wait for me anymore.

“One last boat ride?” 

You nod your assent with indifference.

“Show me that smile that used to be mine?  Hold me?  Kiss me goodbye?”

A cold gesture you offer devoid of warmth.  I might as well cast my heart in the sea I row upon.  You admit no love for me.  Another fills your nights while I travel with the band Jubilee.  You just couldn’t wait.

Those cheating eyes bulge in shock toward shore.  That beautiful mouth gags for breath.  The angelic face turns blue as I strangle the life from you.  Fruitless fists flail before growing limp.  The chains secure your ankles, and I toss over the weighted blocks.  You follow, fading beneath the black of the deep where you belong.

On second thought, I don’t care if I ever come back again.


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