I run my fingers over the back of the church pew where we used to sit. Your initials, smoothed with the passage of time, are still there.
“You’re chicken. Too scared to live,” you said.
Now, as they carry your coffin down the aisle, I carve mine next to yours.
A fifty-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive, “pen knife”
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