“I must, Charlie.”
Lizzie gathered up the baggage and one potted plant that were the last five years. Life must now be elsewhere.
In mere minutes, she left, ignoring the pleas and tears of both their hearts that were strangling her resolve.
Leaning against the door, Lizzie whispered, “Goodbye, Charlotte, my love.”
This tag first began with Words Worth, who I believe, was merely getting back at me for a tag I passed on to her. The same meme was then passed onto me by Geetanjali yesterday. This seemed to me a reminder of my shameful dereliction of duty and so I sat down and tried my hand at a story in 55 words.
Before that, I'd like you to know that for a woman whose friends call her Wax, this was not an easy task. Sweet Christ, my introduction to this tag is now 93 words and counting!
However, I'd also like you to know just how much I enjoyed this tag. The distilling of expression is something I often forget about and sometimes outright fail to do. And lose so much meaning in the bargain. Much like writing a haiku, I believe this was. I know I am going to work on some stories and haikus later. But till then, I shall hope that I have done a decent job with this one.
And yes, this tag goes out to:
- Peppered Soul on Ice
- English, August
- Manan (who does not have a blog)