โI hate goodbyes. They always seem soโฆ permanent.โ
โThen donโt say it. There are other words. How about โsee you later,โ or, I know, โAu revoir,โ it literally means โto the seeing again,โ did you know that?โ
Maria sighed at Tim. She had a love/hate relationship with that brain of his.
Their time together had been brief, but oh so full of love and laughter. Long summer evenings on the beach โ huddled around an iPad, working their way through one of those 100 greatest movies lists.
Maria took a deep breath and kissed his cheek.
โHasta la vista, baby.โ
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Friday Fictioneers
Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted as ever by Rochelle. Check out this week’s stories at the link here.
Thanks to Liz Young for the photo this week.

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