“Another sunset, another ending,” she mumbled.

It seemed she was always on the wrong side of the equation; the variable that got cut, the coefficient that gets reduced.

“Friends,” she blew a short breath, “right.”

She released the crumbled square of paper in her hand, the wind took it before it hit the ground.  Tossing the remnants of her hot fudge sundae in the trash, she took one last look at the blue inked paper fluttering down stream, and walked away.

Faded sunset at her back.

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