door sign from Pixabay.com
I used to go to every gig, years ago.
His eyes would always find me in the crowd, then later we’d…
Would he even remember? I knocked.
(132 characters)
Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge
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Love it! So much in one small tweet. 👍🏻
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Thanks! Obviously feeling in the mood for writing something romantic!
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It was! I hope he remembers her!❤️
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Brilliant!
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The lascivious lady’s lament! Excellent.
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