It was a mistake.
My family wouldn’t like it.
My friends wouldn’t like it.
But I thought I liked it.
I didn’t think it was a mistake until I came home and saw what I’d done.
When I saw it for the mistake it really was.
But by then there was nothing I could do.
I couldn’t change anything.
I couldn’t do go back in time.
I was going to have to live with my mistake.
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Categories: flash fiction