2 minutes (55 fiction) . . . .

We were sitting on either side of a bench in a lonely park, looking down at the fallen leaves of that tree where our names were engraved. That two minutes of silence broke when I looked at her and saw a round tear roll down her cheek. I went to her side and held her tight in my arms. My heart became light feeling her warm breath on my shoulder, so I hugged her more tight and more closer to me . . . .


-> My first 55 fiction.
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