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Red Tulips

By Shana, Trinity, FL

“We need to talk.”

The dreaded words. Jack cringed as he listened to her say them, realizing that their relationship was dying.

“You’re just,” Cecelia hesitated, fingering a blade of grass that grew beneath them. They were sitting on Jack’ back porch, beers in hand. “You’re just too reckless Jack.” She said, “I can’t do this anymore; I can’t be this girl, the one who’s sitting by the phone waiting for her boyfriend to call, but he never does, the girl who’s always disappointed. I don’t want to be that girl anymore, Jack; I think we should break up.”

There were the words. Jack grinned manically. “Is that what you want, Cecelia?” He said.

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