Requiem, by Aaron Speca (posted with permission)



Every day she passed by this spot, and every day she remembered. She recalled the smooth, cold hardness of each stone as it passed from her hand to rest on top of the rock underneath it. The cold that matched the icy blackness that had taken over her heart.

He was never coming back.

She would pass by this place every day, and one day time and weather would make this cold little pile of rocks collapse and become indistinguishable from the rest of the beach on which it lay.

Maybe then she would finally be able to move on.

Until then … “I love and miss you,” she thought.

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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