Your polite ghosting
Was a red balloon, wind-swept
You made polite cruel.
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Trouble at the Tea Leafing CafΓ©
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadnβt paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the cafΓ© were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Fiction
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Well done on TS π
Hey Melissa, I like this polite/cruel turn of phrase youβve used! π
So flyy! Get it Melly Gold!
Yes, I can relate to this. When that one person who knows that you like them makes an appearance, then disappears into thin air like your 'red balloon.'
Clever and cruel.
So flyy! Get it Melly Gold!
Congratulations on ts. Love the message in few words
Congratulations! on the Top Story
love this
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! ππππππ
That packed the punch you precisely wanted it to pack. Well done. Congratulations, too, on the Top Story!
Ouch!!! Damn people for ghosting!! This made something so painful quite elegant. Congrats on TS!!
Itβs sad how something that seems nice can actually hurt. Thank you for sharing
I have recommended this as a Top Story in this week's "Raise Your Voice" here https://todaysurvey.today/resources/raise-your-voice-thread-10-17-2024%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cdiv class="css-w4qknv-Replies">
Wow, I relate to this so much. This is my current situation.
Well-wrought! All too often we mistake pleasantry for civility, but civility is not always pleasant, and pleasantry is not always civil.
I often feel like a ghost, sad but brilliant words and the ballon will float skywards
Donβt we all know it.
Great piece!
I was once the one who kept calling the ghoster and not getting it until I felt stupid.
Sadly, there's so many people like this out there. You captured that so perfectly in your poem!