Our friend, Jeanne Felfe, introduced me to the series of books of 50 word stories, micro-fiction. She has one that was published in the 2024 edition.
Below is one story by Edward Di Gangi that especially talked to me:
It was the last time I would see her. She became one of a collection of women I had, without intention, strung together like a necklace of semi-precious stones and who, years later, I realized had loved me and that I had too carelessly discarded.
Perhaps why this piece of micro-fiction talked to me so was that I have, on more than one occasion, described exes as ghosts haunting my soul. This is especially true, as at least with a two or three of my former relationships, I do not feel like we worked out whatever karma it was we were trying to work out. Long sigh, deep breath.
Link to the edition with Jeanne’s story: The 50-Word Stories of 2024: Microfiction for Lovers of Quick Reads (50 Give or Take)
Here is a link to Jeanne’s personal author page: Jeanne Felfe
And to her page on Amazon: Jeanne’s Amazon page
Aww, thank you. I love these little stories. And the one you mentioned also speaks to me. There’s a saying attributed to multiple people, but I first heard it on a tape series by Marianne Williamson. It says that we never stop silently loving someone we once loved out loud. In my life, I’ve come to understand that all the people I’ve loved remain a part of my soul forever. Even decades later, I’ve grieved upon learning of the death of someone I might not have thought about in a very long time.