Our latest challenge from the good people over at Trifecta was this. Construct a 33-word story about love gone wrong. The catch? Don’t use any of these words:
love
sad
tears
wept
heart
pain
So, here’s my entry.
“Goodbye”
For three years we’d shared everything. We’d met family, taken vacations, and grown practically inseparable. Tonight I came home to find all of her things gone, “goodbye” scrawled in lipstick on the mirror.
The Swords of the Ancients 
19 Comments
So sad…and somethimes happens 😦
Indeed. Thank you for reading!
Thankfully for me, it’s not based on personal experience.
Glad for that!
Likewise.
Wow. That was inexplicable!
Ah, the tragedy of a limited word count. Still, sometimes it’s better with such things left unexplained.
I wonder what signs were missed, or if she concealed it that well. Still, startling to come home and find that!
Very much so. Thank you!
Always when you least expect it…
Most definitely, Draug.
I guess there had been warningsigns but love is blind
So very true…
And we though we were happy … not a sign to show that this would happen. She should have taken the time to find a pen. Isn’t 3 years worth an explanation?
I’d say it merits a little more than what was found…
Devastating.
Unbelievably so. Thank you for reading.
Some things you just don’t see coming. . . Thanks for linking up!