Flash fiction: The second best

sdr

as i sat by the window
and watched the day unfold,
a quiet voice asked
   if he would always be second best.

hugging myself tightly around the knees,
i continued staring at the changing light.
not wanting to acknowledge the question.
nor eager to weigh an answer.

why do you ask? i sighed,

     finally.

          not particularly ready for the truth

your eyes are dead.
your heart is cold, said he

i daren’t face the voice behind
i daren’t see the hurt in his eyes

hugging myself tightly around the knees,
i continued staring at the layered hues.
not wanting to acknowledge the answers.
nor eager to face the truth.

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Author: The fat lady

Nosey aunty person. Foodie. Arsenal fan. Currently grappling with Blockchain technology. De-stresses by writing nonsensical stories at www.justwritelah.wordpress.com.

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