Promises
by Tom B. Taker
Once, I had held her hand, gazed in those brown eyes and made a promise for all time.
That was ages ago.
What I’ve broken can never be whole again.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
Music: Promises
Shouts from the Abyss 
brief and perfect
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Thanks. I appreciate it. The 30-word limit is insanely restrictive. This is turning out to be an interesting exercise.
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Tom,
Beautiful. The closing line just crushes you. tragic and beautiful. It’s ironic that there can be so much beauty in tragedy. You nailed it. Bravo!
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Coming from you that means a lot. Lately I can’t stop thinking about people like Arnold and Tiger. That was the impetus.
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Guess it didn’t help when she told you her eyes were green.
Sorry, sorry. My sarcasm pause button got stuck again. You know you write with great panache. I’m just trying to keep your ego somewhat in orbit around this planet.
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You’re right, of course. I have absolutely no idea about eye color. I’m not that observant.
My ego is quite the paradox. I think I’m great, of course. But I also think I suck the most. Oh delicious dichotomy!
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Gut punch
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I’d love the recipe for that.
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I found this especially for you:
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Very nicely done.
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Thank you. I appreciate that.
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madtante, thanks for the belly laugh! 🙂
I sure hope you mean it!
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I originally went for a “kapow” type of Batman comic punch but I ran across half-naked girls and reckoned you’d appreciate it far more.
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You done good. 🙂
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Please don’t make me cry this early in the mornings. Not without wine.
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What is morning without wine? Tears definitely feels like the appropriate response.
Thanks for the nice comment!
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