Thursday, April 23, 2020

Bawah100: Certot: Brother


“Just pretend to be my date…” She said out of blue and I choked my hot coffee.  She looked at me with her ocean eyes and with nose that crinkled. 
“…Just for the old times sake, you know” she continued.  I raised my eyebrows.  
“Well umm sure, tell me what you need, I guess,” I replied while she tugged my left arm and wrapped hers around it.  I held the cup in the other.  The snow had stopped and this warmed me. 
I could never be him but this was the closest thing I could offer her after the tragic.


(100 words/patah)

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