April and Emily: a 100 word story


April. Emily. Two free souls. I knew them when they were 16 and 17. They were at every art opening; every music show; every street protest. There wouldn’t have been a scene without them.

Sixteen years later, an underlying sense of dread pervaded my thoughts. Could I deal with the adult versions? I knew they represented a time in my life that I wanted to preserve as a perfect snapshot and not let current reality distort.

I knocked on the door. “Hello. I’m looking for April and Emily.”

“They ran away 16 years ago,” said April.

That was a relief.

Another 100 word story lies just beneath this daisy….



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