soo this week Jenny treats us with a 150 word centus plus a few promt words of course. this is my bit, the prompt as always in bold
a monologue to a friend
Moments, that’s all I get.
Moments of light shining through.
Those moments are the best, true bliss.
But short and when they have passed, they are truly gone.
Memory is merely a shadow of the moment itself.
If I die young, then its probably a death by choice.
Because in the long run moments aren’t enough.
Don’t look at me like that, I said if and not when.
Isn’t it comforting to know that I still have moments?
I could have lied, said that I’ll die old, with a smile.
Would you have preferred the lie ?
You are a good friend, always stood by me.
That really counts, you know ?
If I am gone, know that most of those moments came from you.
No, you can’t help, no one can
I know you would do anything
but there is nothing to be done.
I’m sorry, but I had to let you know.