Lena breathed in the chilly night air.
It was the hour of the morning when the previous night's mistakes lingered but hadn’t taken root into full-blown regrets.
She looked up the street.
Then down the street
Then back to me sitting on the stoop, head in hands, fighting off the oncoming hangover.
“Where should I go?” she asked.
“I don’t think it matters,” I responded, which was code for I don’t care.
A theatrical shake to elicit a warming response from me. I continued watching the middle distance unmoving.
“I guess this is goodbye again.”
“So no advice or here’s where to start?”
I sat thinking, wanting the entire exchange to be over. Eventually digging out wisdom I once read in a book; “Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”
An exactly 144 word story in response to Merril’s prompt at dVerse incorporating the line “Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”
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