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I wander through bright, sunlit streets, munching on street snacks purchased from the cheerful guy in a green apron who chatted about his wife and kids.
Then, it happens.
I reach out to ask what you think. And, you’re not there. Or, someone asks me to their place, so I “won’t be alone.” Whether or not I say yes, it won’t matter.
No matter what happens, good or bad, it’s just another day in … I don’t want to say “hell”. It’s not that bad, in this place where I am, right now, without you.
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Thanks Rochelle and Roger for this week’s prompt. Like many people right now, I’m sure, feeling the weight of holidays celebrated without ALL of the people I’d most like to be spending them with. But, this too shall pass. Hope everyone has a great weekend!
Anne Higa 
It’s not that bad. What a lovely understatement
The important things in life. Well done.
Loneliness is what you make of it. An interesting take on that barren street, well done.
Here’s mine!
Sad, especially forgetting for a moment they’re not there any more and then reality comes back.
Great story! Happy Thanksgiving!
The ‘it’s not that bad’ sums all the sadness up because it really is. Great story.
Dear Anne,
Oh that underlying grief and denial…it’s not that bad. Evocative piece. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
You truly captured the loss there. And the seeming pointlessness of it all.
Sadness and loneliness on a sad and lonely street during what’s often a sad and lonely holiday. I hope you’re feeling a little different now that it’s a few days past.