Forever good-byes: Bastet’s Flash Fiction Good-bye

Forever Good-Byes

They both knew it was a forever good-bye. No meeting again. No walks years later, laughing and talking about lives lived. No communication. No interconnection.

Severing of friendship, of love. They hugged each other crying. No platitudes. No it’s been great. Our relationship is so special. I’ll miss you. I’ll think of you.

They stood on the corner where they first met. The only bit of sentimentality allowed. Both were realists. No heads in the clouds.

An observer should see two people, clinging to each other, faces wet, shoulders wet. Hear the tears and the sniffling. Be moved by the demonstration of love and devotion.

But, an ordinary observer would see none of this. The street corner would be empty until someone passed by.

You see, I’m no ordinary observer. I knew the reason for the good bye and the finality of it. Two ghosts, friendship grown over hundreds of years. One to finally pass over. The other to wait.

I gave them extra time to say good bye. Friends like this should be allowed that time.

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Bastet: Thank you for inviting me to we drink because we’re poets. I will miss your friday prompts, but realize that we all need breaks! Hope we could collaborate again some time!


6 thoughts on “Forever good-byes: Bastet’s Flash Fiction Good-bye

  1. phylor July 22, 2014 / 8:31 pm

    And, when a prompt comes along that ties in with some else I’m writing, it’s hard to know how much to let go!


  2. Bastet July 20, 2014 / 12:39 am

    Beautiful Phylor … so … beautiful!


    • phylor July 21, 2014 / 9:42 am

      Thank you so much.
      I started with the idea of someone leaving Ireland, and how there was a chance he/she would never see her family again. And, if both the leaver and the stayer were illiterate, only encounters with other Irish might get stories home or to America.
      But then I thought of death.
      But I wanted to write about a final goodbye that truly was a forever good bye. And it wasn’t till the end that the idea of ghosts came to mind.


      • Bastet July 21, 2014 / 2:03 pm

        Wow … love you sharing the background of what you’ve written, it’s very interesting to see how one thought led to another untilyou reached your great ending.


        • phylor July 21, 2014 / 8:16 pm

          Thanks — my writing process when driven by prompts has so many versions/facets it’s always hard to tell what will be the outcome/finale.


          • Bastet July 22, 2014 / 12:06 am

            I really know what you mean … happens often to me as well, esp with wordles.


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