[Flash Fiction] Sent
March 21, 2013 § Leave a comment
I still remember the path we walked on after school.
The smell of rotten leaves.
The blue sky above us.
The crackling twigs under our shoes.
Listening you said it again and again—‘I want to be an astronaut!’ and I said, ‘I don’t like high places. I will watch you on TV. But I’ll be sad because you’ll be so far away.’
You would say, ‘Hey, at least we’ll still in the same universe, right? Please smile. That will make the world better—well, that’s what Mom always said, actually.’ Then I smiled.
I look up to the sky,
drawing a deep breath.
Feeling you in the universe, with smile and tears.
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