Opposites Attract (Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge)

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January 18, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes boots. Whose boots are they, where do they go and what is their significance? Go where the prompt leads.

Opposites Attract

She wasn’t particularly beautiful. I’d call her average and a writer might describe her as “nondescript” or “everyday”. She didn’t understand my sense of humor, never read, had little interest in the world around her and smiles were rare. I’m not sure I ever totally understood her, but she had a Canadian accent and I loved hearing her say the word “aboot“.

I’m not sure what I saw in her but that’s water under the bridge. One morning when I was out running errands, she left. And took my Grateful Dead bootleg tapes with her.

Apparently opposites don’t attract.

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Here’s some end of love songs.

“Yeah, I said it’s all right. I won’t forget all the times I waited patiently for you. I think you’ll do just what you choose to do.
And I will be alone again tonight my dear.”

“I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ walkin’ all the way down the road, I once loved a woman, a child I’m told. I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul. But don’t think twice, it’s all right.”

“Baby who’s to say it could have been different now that it’s done? Baby who’s to say that it should have been, anyway? Baby who’s to say that it even matters in the long run? Give it just a minute and it will blow away; it’ll blow away.”