Sabrina Faded (A Very Short Story)

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Sabrina opened and closed her eyes as she did most mornings, adapting her eyes to the room as she woke, sprawled across her bed.

As with most mornings in recent memory she had come to wake fully clothed, nights of hard drinking where taking their toll, but it was the only way to rid herself of the truth, and somehow she felt that it cleared her mind of the inhibitions she clutched in her consciousness.

It had been three years since she arrived at the office and saw him, they had become close friends in the meantime but she wanted more. she believed he did too but tall attempts to initiate the mutual emotion had resulted in giggles and nothing more. She had to tell him and today would be the day. Throwing open her drapes with Walt-Disney grade enthusiasm she was greeted by a blood moon, sharing the sky with the morning sun as it beat down on her lawn.

Red. Yellow. Green.

She donned a modern summer dress smoothed over in bright seasonal colors and pinned on the remembrance poppy she had purchased the day before.

Red. Yellow. Green.

She rushed to her car, got situated behind the steering wheel, and took a deep breath before considering the ignition, she was overwhelmed feeling herself flush in the cheeks, she was scared, nervous, and at the same time jealous of the Hollywood starlets whose lives could be scripted.

Red. Yellow. Green.

She ignited the car's engine and drove, feeling herself speed, after all she could hardly help it; she had the whole thing planned, she would ring his doorbell and when he opened the door she would raise herself up on one foot and meet his lips with hers, she was invigorated almost quivering with excitement, and then...unannounced to her.

Red. Yellow. Green.

However, this time instead of them sharing equal vibrancy one shone much brighter; the red, and another color stuck out in her mind during those seconds; white. It was all she could see as she approached the center of a large pickup truck, one she knew only too well, the one she had expected to find in his laneway where it had sat every other Sunday for three long years, and in her final moments she harbored only one regret: that she could not move her mangled body across the asphalt to tell him one more thing…

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