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Who Was He?
They found her diary under his bed
the day he died.
She did not recognise his face
or remember that they had ever met.
She had no idea when their paths had crossed.
They might have brushed against each other in a dark alley
or sat together on an evening bus.
They found her diary under his bed
the day he died.
He had waited twenty years to return it.
Everything about him was a lie
except this.
GloPoWriMo Day 18 - off prompt
I used this Random First Line Generator
This evokes such a magnificent feeling of mystery. It also reminds me of the way that small actions and random encounters can affect other people in significant ways.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I am glad I revised it. In my first draft he was a stalker, but then it just didn't feel right. Maybe he was a stalker, or maybe he was nice. Who knows?
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