she sat in a quiet coffee shop, a song drowning out the minimal chatter from the customers. her head was pressed against the glass as she flicked a pen in her hands, thinking hard.
and then she wrote.
she wrote about you and about her and about their future. she wrote until her hands were hurting and then she ripped the page and threw it in the bin, along with the memory of you.
sometimes it's better to think about the memory first and then forget about it.
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Tall Girls | ✓
Short Storyabout a girl who lost her confidence because of her height. Copyright © 2016 by Sarah Wells. All Rights Reserved
