L. Lemon

You found my diary underneath the old lemon tree.

My only regret is I wasted so many pieces of paper writing about you.

We had a fight a few years later and I burnt the whole book.

Sometimes I wish I kept it.

Some of that stuff was gold.

Maybe that’s the lesson of a lemon: Bitterly sour until you understand how to appreciate it.

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This post is part of the flash fiction series, By the Letter.