Fitz threw a good party. I only left because I never linger till the downside of anything.
I was nearly to my car when Fitz yelled, “Drive fast, take chances!”
I turned and saw him grinning on the porch, arm around my ex-girlfriend Karen. Despite the potential for awkwardness there was none. We’re amicable adults with suitable loose grips on history.
They waved goodbye and I waved back, pondering a response–“Words to live by!”–but decided to swallow it. Karen rested her head on Fitz’s shoulder, but not until I drove away. I only saw it in my rearview.
Photo credit: Beret Olsen
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