October drabbles - 24

“I'm never going back to my old school.”

“Why not?” said Pete.

“Because…” Lynn sighed.

“’Cause what?”

She wrapped his arms in a fierce embrace and drenched his face with tears.

“Come on. It wasn’t such a bad old place,” said Pete, but Lynn disagreed.

Then Peter struggled from her grasp—“Please no!”—strode streets on silent feet, slid shadow-less into the night. The school’s closed doors that stopped Lynn’s following let him pass unhindered.

“In memory of Peter Ransom,” said the words on the photograph; should have stayed away.

Lynn watched through the window as her boyfriend vanished again.

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