Vendredi — Flash Fiction

Carefully, she pencilled in the date.

It was finally here and her hand barely shook as she wrote the words down.

Maman, I am sorry to let you know this way. It is better.

Today is the day. I am leaving to be married. He is a nice person, this is true. But you may not like him.

Une Semaine- One week- I wanted to tell you. But my words did not come.

Today is Friday, the day I learnt to speak. It is, what you say, the irony?

Je T’aime, Maman.

P.S. My English has improved, n’est ce pas?

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Shailaja V