On The Street

A story in 100 words.

Oh, hey.
Hello there, Alice.
No.
Yea.
It’s been awhile.

You look well.

Yea, so I heard.
I recall…

Right, the billionaires son.

No, no… we split up.
You know how it goes.
I had to get out.
Before it turned into a, you know… now and then.
Where the only thing left was to silently shout.

Nah, not too much any more… or any less.
Just every minute, every hour, of every day.

Oh.
Maybe another time.
I got this thing.
And it needs doing.

Do me a favor, would ya?
When the time becomes now?
Remember me then.