Meet Me on the Swings
A Greek Tragedy in 100 Words
Oh my God. Oh my God.
Jesus. Was that a tractor trailer or my heart? Pull yourself together.
What am I doing? What the hell am I doing here? Hell, that’s exactly where I’m going, that’s what’s what, believe you me. I’m a married—
What if he doesn’t come?
Breathe.
It’s been what, 10 years since we’ve both been back here at the same time. What if we have nothing to say?
“Meet me on the swings,” he said.
Oh God. I see him. He’s coming…
Huh. Who is that guy he’s holding hands with?
Thank you Ravyne Hawke for today’s 100 word fiction prompt.
https://medium.com/promptly-written/the-daily-special-nov-4th-90e687098a2c