by Kevlin Henney
The love was gone. She searched all the places it had been. In the bedroom, at their favourite restaurants, among the wedding photos… she tried each one in turn, but it was nowhere to be found.
She tried to rekindle old flames, but found no more than ashes. She tried new flames. They burned passionately, brightly and briefly. Lovers loved but were not love.
She found it one morning over breakfast. Time and familiarity had misplaced it. A simple and true “I love you” served with coffee, woven discreetly into the daily routine. So easily overlooked, yet there all along.
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Kevlin Henney writes shorts and flashes and drabbles of fiction that have appeared in various places online and on tree.
The Pygmy Giant 
#1 by Joy Manne on November 26, 2012 - 7:35 am
Neat. Loved the three act structure and not a word wasted.
#2 by Angela Wray on November 26, 2012 - 8:54 am
A thought-provoking read over breakfast – so true.
#3 by anthonyjohnward on November 26, 2012 - 1:26 pm
Beautifully written Kevlin.
#4 by Fiona Jane Richardson on November 26, 2012 - 7:38 pm
Lovely, and very true…
#5 by dan hermele on November 26, 2012 - 10:41 pm
Lovely:)
#6 by Jo Mortimer on January 19, 2013 - 8:32 pm
That will do nicely.