Hey guys!! Welcome back to Maggie’s Doodles! Today I’m collabing with the incredible Diamond 😎 We’ve done multiple collaborations together, including translating French lyrics and making doodles with our stuffies! She’s so creative and I love writing posts with her.
Today we sent each other a couple of fall-themed images and we’re writing stories based off of them! Definitely drop by her blog to read her writing🧡
By the way the theme of my stories today isn’t based on my personal life…? 😂 I just wrote where the pictures led me, drawing from others’ experiences and weaving my own tale. So I’m fine haha
short stories of fall:
collab with diamond! 😍🍂
The leaves crunched softly beneath my boots. The lamps nodded kindly above me, a gentle reminder that evening was coming.
Smiling to no one in particular, I continued my walk down the lane.
The hand warmers in my coat pockets had cooled off some, but I still appreciated their faint warmth. I turned them over, my mind wandering back to his hands, the ones I used to hold, the ones that kept me warm. The memory chilled me now, so I trained my eyes on the present.
Sniffing faintly, I could have sworn I smelled a campfire nearby. As it was, no residual smoke dotted the surrounding air, so I resigned myself to the ghosts of campfire tales past.
A woman and her dog began walking toward me, the fluffy hood of the woman’s jacket matching the beautiful mane of her dog. I offered them both a smile as they trotted by. The dog’s collar jingled merrily, reminding me that Christmas would soon be upon us.
The library’s probably closed now, I thought. I’d have to pick up Great Expectations tomorrow.
I looked over to the horizon, blinking at the buildings that blocked my view. I could feel it, more than I could see it.
The sun was setting on another season of my life.
Two weeks earlier…
“He’s not the one for you.” My co-worker defiantly popped the cherry of her milkshake into her mouth.
I smiled, a little bitterly, with a dash of self-loathing. We were sitting on a park bench in my favorite park.
It could have been such a nice day.
“I know,” I responded. I continued stirring my latte, which I cradled in my lap.
She leaned forward until I looked at her. “Then what are you gonna do about it?”
I looked down at our text conversations, which were illuminated on my leg. There were my explanations, his short responses, the final words I sent that he hadn’t bothered to open. That was two hours ago.
She tapped a manicured nail around my screen, arriving at the page that said “Delete Contact?” I laughed in spite of myself.
She sipped on her autumn milkshake, giving me a pointed look. “Do it, girl.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“After two years?”
I stared at the beautiful fall scenery, wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt. But all I could see were doubts.