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The Breakup

When the reason isn't spoken

By D.P. MartinPublished about a year ago 1 min read
A Final Memory

“Take care,” she offered, sliding into the driver’s seat, looking into his eyes a final time before closing the door.

David stood breathlessly, watching the Volkswagen’s taillights glow as it rolled toward the street. “I can still stop her,” he thought, “and explain why I’m doing this…”

The Jetta’s directionals reflected against the wet pavement. This was it. The love of his life about to disappear into the night.

She pulled onto the empty road, the car’s exhaust stinging his eyes. “She has finals and much more to worry about,” he consoled himself. “She doesn’t need my cancer too.”

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D.P. Martin

D.P. Martin began writing a first novel in third grade - and had it survived mom's cleaning habit, it would certainly have been a number one best seller. D.P. calls New Hampshire home, raising one son and three hyperactive cats.

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