Wordle by Wordle: Day 87
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Wordle #1012 - STUNG
For a while, we sit in silence and enjoy the scenery. At least, I assume Bree is enjoying the scenery. I’m stewing, but I still take in the sights as I sip my seltzer water.
The squat palm trees sprinkled across the lawn sway in a gentle but chill breeze. Beyond them, Mission High School watches over the park, the colorful baroque tiles of its towering dome catch the dipping sunlight. And beyond that, the skyline of downtown San Francisco, blue and hazy with atmosphere.
Except for a child wailing to his mother about being stung by a bee, everyone seems happy. Lola looks positively overjoyed, madly wagging her tail as she tackles a chihuahua to the ground. Laughter carries to me on the breeze, but I frown, pensive.
Bree takes a delicate sip of her rosé and then lies back on her elbows with a wistful sigh.
“Roy would have loved this.”
And just like that, something inside me snaps.
He would be alive, here, today, loving this, right now, if not for you.
Any hesitation holding me back from confronting Bree crumbles to pieces more completely than a Nature Valley granola bar.
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