May 3, 2008
He lay quietly in his bed, unable to concentrate. Their second anniversary, her first birthday – the scenes flashed by, faces fading further away each night. The tears had long faded.
He followed the newest mark. 1,285 done. 1,472 to do. He gazed through the bars wondering, would she even remember? Could he ever forget?
April 25, 2008
“It’s been a long time.” “I was just thinking the same thing.” One with anticipation. One with regret. Finally the door opens. “The doctor will see you now.”
Drowning in desperation and Jack Daniels, he pounds on the door. They have not spoken in three months. Bleary-eyed, she appears. “Was it mine?”, he screams quietly.
April 25, 2008
Those who know me, know that I really enjoy writing – I just never seem to have the time (insert “MTV re-run” jokes here). Flash Fiction is a great solution to that problem, so I am beginning a fresh round of 55 Fridays. I hope to post a new short story every Friday. For fun – you should feel free to post your own using the “comments” feature – these will be ungraded of course (as all good writing should remain).
