It’s Over When …
It’s little things. Always. — A Story in 100 Words.
It’s little things. Always. — A Story in 100 Words.
I had to return something at the store. It was the wrong size (and a dreadful color). As I waited in line, I noticed a little tchotchke that I thought she’d find amusing. Nothing fancy, mind you.
It’s not that I wasn’t thinking of her; I was always. But something had shi…
