Dusk on the Boardwalk

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is less of a short story and more of a glimpse of a story. It's super short I meant it just as scratching the surface of a event and tempting out the emotion. Please read and comment. I always need and value opinions and criticism

Submitted: October 26, 2008

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  When he looked at her, and the way her hair shone as the wind twirled it about her face, he knew he was alone. Her eyes were firm and they spoke to him before he ever opened his mouth. “Goodbye Peter,” she said just above a whisper, but to him it sounded like a shout.
She stood waiting, looking into his eyes… those eyes. They told him everything her lips wouldn’t. “Goodbye Anna.” The words were hollow and heavy and dropped like lead weights out of his mouth falling with a clatter.
For a moment her eyes were less firm, less awful and a half smile crept across her face. It was short-lived and an instant later the steel of her gaze returned.
She leaned in and hugged him business like, as you would hug a stranger who knows your name, but you can’t remember them. It was just a vague acknowledgement of some past tie. It was not like they used to have. Desperate hugs in which he would hold her tightly and never let go. Keeping her close because he loved her and she loved him.
As she disengaged she tugged the hair out of her face that the wind wanted to dance and took a last look at him. With a curt sigh she turned and walked away. It was dusk when she left, that was how he would always remember her. At dusk walking down the boardwalk as the sun set behind him and his shadow almost touching her, almost. It was dusk when she left him, and he was all alone.


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