They gave Sam 140 characters in which to say goodbye.
“She’ll never know where you are or what’s happened, but you can give her this.”
A single tweet? Sam stared at her avatar and racked his brain for words of great lovers, wishing he could see her one last time.
“It is a far, far–” No, they wouldn’t let him say that, even if he could fit it into a tweet.
“Ditto”?
No. He had to say something that would let her move on.
“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
. . . if only it were true. He hit send.
– THE END –
100 words
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Erin, this is brilliant!
Thank you! It was fun to write.
What Rhett forgot was that tomorrow is another day!
True enough!