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Happy Friday! Even though it is almost, super close, to almost being over, I hope you enjoyed your very wished for day (at least to most of you).

For a time I always felt like I could never write something unless it were pages and pages long.  I was wrong.  As it turns out I actually enjoy writing short stories.  I think I may make a point of writing at least one short story a month.  I'll let you know how it goes.

Below you will find another one of my own.  And, though it has been written for quite some time, I never could give it a title.  It was just one of those things that never seemed right.  Nothing seemed to fit.  The story just was.  So, untitled it will remain.

xoxo

It had been days, weeks, since she last heard his voice. And, there, on that rainy afternoon in the faintest of sounds she heard him call to her. Was she dreaming? Possibly. No, there it was again. “Raquel, Raquel, I'm here”, he spoke. The yearning in his voice made her melt. Had she forgotten? No. The pain was too real, too fresh. He had made his choice. He hadn't chosen her. With flowing tears she turned and walked away. She chose her dignity.