365 SCRATCHES (a 55-word story)
Every day he’d wait for her standing next to his bicycle.
But this time she saw just his bicycle. And a note.
“I waited for you every day.
And each time you didn’t come to me,
I made a scratch on the frame of my bike.
This morning, I counted 365 scratches.
And I walked.”
Alberico Collina
Every day he’d wait for her standing next to his bicycle.
But this time she saw just his bicycle. And a note.
“I waited for you every day.
And each time you didn’t come to me,
I made a scratch on the frame of my bike.
This morning, I counted 365 scratches.
And I walked.”
Alberico Collina
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