The moment they look at each other they know they’ve met The One. In disbelief, they laugh.
‘Now? What a bloody joke.’
They kiss goodbye before – holding hands – they face the firing squad.
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I was a bit uninspired today, but as it’s Writing Prompt Wednesday, I plucked a writing prompt from the reader: goodbye (okay, I only used half of it).
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Dark! Not like what you usually write, but very interesting based on the image. Thank you for sharing!
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Gee! Such rotten luck for them! Maybe they can get together in spirit! I’m a bit of an optimist. 😀
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Wow! They finally meet the “One” and end up going in front of the firing squad together. I agree with Jessie. Maybe they will get together in life ever after. Hope so!
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Yikes! And the title. Great write though dark 🙂
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Wow. Horrible ending. Glad they had each other in their final moments.
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I really like this. The irony …
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