Five Line Stories – 12 years
May 27th, 2020 | 1 min read

After twelve years, I finally knew what happened to Noah and it was because the universe conspired to sit me at a table next to his parents.  “I’m sure he would be happy to hear from you,” his mom said as she scribbled down his email address on a loose napkin with a grin from ear to ear.   After three hours of staring at my computer screen, all I was able to type out was “Dear Noah” before closing the screen.  There’s always tomorrow, I thought.

I mean, what’s twelve years and a day? 

This article was written by Akina Chargualaf.
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