A Brief Encounter

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Entry to this week’s Friday Fictioneers.

As the world spun around in blissful ignorance, our eyes locked. She sat on one side of the carousel, I on the other. Yet that distance may have been infinite as we moved but didn’t move. How could I forget that moment? Her green eyes sparkled like the lush meadows of a summer’s clearing after a storm. Her red hair danced in the wind, subduing even the tempest that raged around us. That was when the cables broke. She flew North and I few South. Hers was the last face I saw and mine hers. The carousel continued spinning.

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11 responses »

    • Yep. Most whirlwind romances tend to end poorly. Condensing it to a fleeting encounter/ending would appear merciful on the world’s part. Yet, the ultimate tragedy was the carousel/world’s indifference.

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