Sunday Stories

Lost


They drew the map together but forgot to trace the way back home. Each knew some parts of the way but neither knew it intact. A storm came and blew one away and they could never track the other down. Stuck in their own maze, they remained lost.

He sighed, “Only if I had not been too stubborn and stayed under her umbrella by her side.”

Miles away, she stared at the broken umbrella and cursed herself for her vanity. “Only if I hadn’t been so adamant about a damn umbrella.”

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