This is a micro story, a story of no more than 100 words.
What about all these years?
I don’t know.
What are we doing here then?
I don’t know. It’s complicated.
We don’t need to decide now. Let’s take a couple of weeks to clear our heads.
She remained quiet. Steadfast in her resolve. In her head, it was over. A long time ago. A couple of weeks, couple of days, couple of hours wouldn’t have mattered.
She devoured the melting caramel ice cream in front of her. There was nothing it could do to sweeten the bitter taste of his words.