Jenny and I would play in this park and swing on the swings. We would sit across from each other on the teeter tauter together. We didn't have a care in the world.
Suddenly, Jenny became sick and they called it cancer. After many long and very sick months, Jenny died.
The park statue of a little girl with broken arms, reminded me just how much I missed my sweet friend.
Today, I came to this park to play and remember Jenny. With a heavy heart I walked to the swings and there was Jenny waiting for me to swing.
Thank you Phylor for our photo prompt this week!
This is my 100 word submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. Everyone is welcome to participate. For more information, click HERE.
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