There was a road that led to our house.
A lonely road.
One that wasn’t used after the big road was built.
But it was there.
Few people knew about it.
But I was one of them.
I knew about it.
And I used to walk it every day when we were at the house.
Every day, back and forth.
Until it got too dark for me to see in between the trees.
I used to love it there.
Until the day I saw her.
After that, I never walked down that road again.
I was too scared.
Too scared that I would see her again.
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Categories: flash fiction