Friday, February 24, 2012

Loss (Flash Fiction)

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“It’s your loss.” She watched him walk away. Her hands fisted in her coat pockets, but she turned with her head held high and continued down the hallway. Her mind flickered back to the argument and then to the words that perhaps, neither of them had really meant.

But words spoken remain spoken and can never be un-spoke.

She sucked in a breath and softly blew it out. “Yeah, it’s your loss.” She whispered. A tear trickled down, unbidden. “Not mine.” Her nose grew red. “Definitely not mine.”

His footsteps faded away.

He faltered once.

She almost smiled. 

(c) Sara Harricharan


Joanne Sher said...

Good stuff, Sawa.

Catrina Bradley... said...

Nice. I think she was trying to convince herself that it WAS his loss. I love his faltering footsteps, and her smile, at the end.