The JokerI climbed the stairs, a card sliding between my fingers. I opened the door, the sun shining in my eyes.The Joker5 years ago in Short Stories
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One year, thats how long I waited.
I walked over to the lone bench that sat on the fenced in roof. Not many people came up here, that's why we used to always come here to sit.
One year, its been, since I last sat atop this building. I was alone this time, or, at least, in body.
I twirled the card through my fingers; the sensation of calm fear dwelling inside me. My fingers stopped. I looked down, realizing my hand was shaking.
If I could be any card
Id be the Joker.
Those were the last words he said to me. And here he was: a small stain on the back, almost invisible, on the red backing. Its the last memory I have of him; so small, but so significant.
I was going to ask him out, you know? He was always there for me. Would he have found it wrong? He was like an older brother to me, yet we shared special moments that no one else could.
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