The Day We Said Goodbye
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 24 June 2016
NOTE: This will be my last post for a while. I expect to be back in the next few weeks.
I was eleven when our family immigrated to America.
I found her sitting on the bench outside. When I offered her half a piece of gum, she took it without saying a word.
Tara was my best friend growing up in the same neighborhood.
“I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“Me, too,” she said, her head bowed down.
I left her fiddling with the action figure I gave her on Christmas.
As we drove to the airport, I tried to look at her one last time but she was already gone back inside the house.
I never saw her again.