Goodbye

by MountainHive

That word sickens me. I learned to hate that word. In fact, whenever I see that word in a story book, a paper or on the wall, I can't stand - but to grab a pen which I had always kept with me in my pocket – and scratch that word out. I hate it. I hate t

Goodbye
by MountainHive

That word sickens me. I learned to hate that word. In fact, whenever I see that word in a story book, a paper or on the wall, I can't stand - but to grab a pen which I had always kept with me in my pocket – and scratch that word out. I hate it. I hate that word!

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I looked out into the night sky. How long it had been since I last saw her – waving her hand as she mouthed a word that I hated the most – "Goodbye".

I hate that word. It was a bad child's experience. My mom tucked me to sleep that night. She would usually say "Good night," but on that day itself, she said "Goodbye." At that age, I just thought that she had said the wrong word. But before I even knew it, I woke up the next morning only to find nobody in the house other than myself.

That word sickens me. I learned to hate that word. In fact, whenever I see that word in a story book, a paper or on the wall, I can't help it - but to grab a pen which I had always kept with me in my pocket – and scratch that word out. I hate it. I hate that word!

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Short Notice

This is just a short drabble that I managed to scratch out within five minutes. For the past few days, I don't have any idea on what to write about. So now, I need suggestions.
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