YEAR OF THE RAM CONTEST
Year of the Ram Writing Contest Entry. 100 words.
The car's exhaust fumes blast me and gravel spits at my feet. I stand alone in the dark. How can you leave someone like this?
I know it’s the words. The words you always regret. Words that fly out of your mouth when you’re at your worst. Words that are blurted out in such a heat that you don’t even remember them afterward. What you said exactly -- it's all just a hollow, empty blur. A dull aching noise.
Why do we forgive? How much can we forgive?
In the distance I see headlights coming my way. And I wait.