A Story In 100 Words

I walk by your bar. Not that I care if you are there, but because it’s on my way home. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

I could ask you. Ask if you found someone else, ask if you are just too busy for me, ask if you ever really cared. But asking means you would tell me. Maybe I don’t really want to know. Tomorrow I’ll go a different way home. Tomorrow I won’t walk by your bar. Tomorrow I won’t look at my phone, longing for a message from you. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

From Guest Contributor Tyler Ashton

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