Saying Goodbye Hurts - a short postcard fiction love story by Rob Hopcott

She had three inch high heels, wore brightly colored tight dresses, spoke with a crazy husky voice that boomed out from under her brunette fringe and had the habit of getting herself into the sort of trouble in nightclubs that I couldn't resist getting her out of.

I followed her into bars, boardrooms and bedrooms. Like a fly on the wall, I luxuriated in her strong perfumes and observed her mannerisms, her philosophy and even the way she made love to barflies, barmen and, in the last resort, bar babes.

Irresistibly, she became a part of my life.

Every morning, as the California sun slanted through my bedroom window, I'd turn to see her head on my pillow and my heart would lurch with the teasing look in her eyes as she reached out for me.

Every night I would stagger from my bottle to my bed and blow her a parting kiss as she headed downtown for new adventures but only after she had promised to 'tell all' in the morning.

Sadly, I knew, one day, it had to end.

It was always going to hurt and when the time came to say goodbye, it broke my heart.

But there was no alternative and one day, I had to write ...

The End

(Rob Hopcott - online author - Fiction - News)

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