She saw his silhouette through the window. It had been an age and a half, maybe two, since they’d seen each other and yet she knew him the instant she saw his profile. He was exactly as he had always been, exactly as she remembered. Even if it had been a lifetime, she still would have known him simply by his silhouette.

And he hers.

Sammi Scribbles has a weekend writing prompt, apparently, and its seems like the thing to do to get myself going again with this whole writing thing. Ergo…

I had to use the word silhouette and write a piece in exactly 65 words.


How did I do?

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