"I'm fine" when he asked.
"Great, great, good to see you", as he kept walking toward the gate - not bothering to stop and chat as he was often prone to do.
"I'm runing late," he yelled over his shoulder, and he was off - hurrying to get on board the plane before it left without him.
"I'll see you later", I thought to myself.
"Maybe" he thought back.
Little did he know that the doctors interpretation of "fine" means:
(F) frustrated; (I) insecure; (N) neurotic, and (E) emotional.
Well, now you know.
A contest entry
- Anything and everything by Minstrel-Morose.
1200 points, ended June 28, 47 entries
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Comments
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Sweetly sad. I kinda like it
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