I like to walk by the river at dawn – it helps me reflect, to see things more clearly.
“We were only drifting along, you and I,” he’d said, “not really going anywhere.”
That wasn’t the way I’d seen it; I thought we had a future together. He was everything to me.
I didn’t watch him go, just let him drift away.
Besides, I had to bury the knife and freshen up a tad; I hate messy endings.
I like to walk by the river. I see things more clearly.
To be honest, now I’m wondering whether he really was my type.
Apologies for a re-tread again, originally posted 10 years ago, although I believe it may have had a second outing five years ago. My excuse this week is unique – it was our silver wedding anniversary yesterday. How time flies. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers; why not join us?