100 Word Story

As she reviewed the texts from him-download more, download more, download more-she saw a whole relationship start, ebb and flow. She saw politeness become flirting. She remembered messages over which she had dwelt. She re-read magical moments and tricky exchanges. It was such a shame it had ended the way it had; but if there was one thing she had decided about 2012: some stuff had ‘to be let go’ in that infamous psycho-babble phrase . She deleted the texts and went out for a walk in the rain. Rain was good for tears; she had learnt that long ago.