50 Word Stories: Gypsy Of The Stars

I remember you dancing. I’ll always remember. A twirl of blazing silks, you span beneath the sunset a gypsy of the midnight roads. If I’d understood, known better, I’d have realised it meant goodbye.

I still hear the tinkling bells you wore on your wrists, they sounded like the stars.

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