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Flash Fiction: Ghosting

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

We used to sit in those chairs. Sharing the clouds in our coffee. Our friendship, solid as a rock — us against the world.

Ha! The mental agony you left behind as I grip for a reason. Did I do something wrong? The question haunts long after you’re long gone. A ghosting byproduct. The shadow of you made home in my psyche. My mind is as empty as those chairs. Unintentional self-preservation. Your shadow, a reminder to withdraw.

All shadows shrink with exposure. I shine the light on ours and invite others to occupy those chairs — the birth of laughter and new friendships.

~*~

Note:
The shadow is a psychological concept. The concept of the shadow is complex, but to grossly simplify, the shadow is a person’s repressed feelings and is expressed through unintentional behaviours. Of course, the shadow in this story can also be read poetically. Reader choice.

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  2. The sad emotional loss is prominent. The sentence; “Sharing the clouds in our coffee.” perhaps foreshadows the break up, although this is contradicted from a one-sided point of view. I enjoyed reading tis.

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  13. Haunting. No pun intended. Maybe a little one. I read that somewhere they’re trying to make ghosting someone illegal for the mental suffering it causes. It seems like an interesting concept, but I don’t know how they would enforce it or what the penalty would be.

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      1. Same thing happened this afternoon. I’d written a story last night for the prompt and that was that…or so I thought.
        I was at the supermarket and a simple short convo with the lovely checkout lady…are they still called that??….
        And boom.. my Muse tackled the parsnips and Table for Two resulted. Crazy eh.

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