I saw him standing alone under the tree.
And I wondered what he was doing there.
But I didn’t have the courage to ask.
I saw him there the next day and the one after that.
But I never gathered the courage to ask.
What was he doing there?
And then one day I never saw him again.
He was gone.
Just like that.
I never saw him again.
And I will always regret not having the courage to ask him.
What was he doing, standing under that tree every day?
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Categories: flash fiction