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By guiwenneth Date: 2004 Feb 07 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.07.13.58.5170]] |
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It was summer. I went to his place to return the keys. He was not there- this was intentional. He had packed my suitcase with all the things that I had left behind. Everything folded neatly and smelling of his laundry detergent. I walked around the small flat thinking of the things we used to do. Somehow, I decided to open the fridge. In the freezer was half a packet of frozen strawberries. We had bought these in the winter to make strawberry mousse, craving the taste of summer. We didn't finish them all, so we laughingly said that we would leave it for when summer came. We did not last that long. Four years, over that Spring. Summer never came for us. |