Thirty-eight Years Later

This is a hint fiction piece inspired by a take a book, leave a book box near my job. I absolutely believe books are an escape from any kind of hardships in our lives, so I wanted this story to reflect that.

Thirty-eight Years Later

He lost everything after the divorce —
except his books.
“To keep yourself warm on the streets,” she said.

She’s still haunted by his smile.

 

As always: If you have your own stories you’d like to submit, refer to my submission guidelines for more details. If it’s a short piece like this, leave it in the comments.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. nschoellkopf says:

    I love the last line. It seems she’s intending to be cruel, but he’s quite happy with the distribution of property! Very cool.

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    1. Thank you! Always trying to make my stories multidimensional so I’m glad you picked up on it!

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  2. No one can separate me from my books. No one.

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  3. Jesus… I have read some horror stories… this is on a whole other level… I think I’d rather hug the Devil before this lady… at least you know what you are getting with the Devil…

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