Short Story

Full moon

Some nights I miss you. Some nights I don’t care. The moon smiles wide in the darkness. Full of you tonight.

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Still no answer

I dial your number. A number I can’t forget. The phone slips through my hands. I hold it close to my face. Mouth dry, eyes stinging. My heart thudding in my throat.  Each ring a shock. Each ring a scream. The connection rings, rings, and rings. A corridor of memories unanswered. I let the receiver fall, breathe again. Hard. Hurting. Drowning in you.