Happy New Year!! Hope you are all well and keeping warm and dry as we battle this dreadful weather.
Welcome to another year of Friday Fictioneers, hosted as always by the one and only Rochelle. You can get more information about how to join our happy band, the rules and regulations etc., by going along to her website here. Thanks for the photo this week to Dawn Quyle Landau
Word Count: 100
Our meeting place has lost its charm.
I happened there by chance, and remembered
How much I loved you, once.
We met often, making plans for ‘sometime later’
Until the day you pressured me for things I could not do.
You lashed out, calling me prude and names
I’d never heard nor understood.
I ran from you in tears, upset and hurt,
Much later realising the valuable lesson learned.
Love is not always kind, or what you hoped for.
True love comes when you are least prepared for it.
The little hut is shabby now, like your supposed love for me.
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