“I’m going there,” she typed
as her whole story
showing a picture of "there"
that’s it
nothing else.
When? I replied in a comment.
“What do you mean, when?”
When?
Tomorrow?
Xmas?
2024?
When?
It would have made the story a little better, I added.
“What?” she replied.
I didn’t type anything
I waited
“Why aren’t you answering?” she asked.
I was waiting for the what
and now
I’ve also got the why
here it comes.
“What the fuck?”
You already said what, I replied.
“Come on, M! Where are we going with this?”
The where arrived.
And then there was one.
“What? Who? But it’s you.”
No! It’s you, my love.
It’s always been you, I said to her
as she appeared behind me, smiling
blue outside with a scarlet heart.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
Comments (2)
This was insanely cute 🥹
sounds like my best friend who, while I know her well, thinks I can read her mind. I laugh as I tell her the batteries to my crystal ball just died. She laughs with me.