“Finally,” he said, “I’ve found you.”
In solidarity, the clock stopped ticking.
Suddenly, the doll’s eyes sprang open.
I listened from downstairs as she packed. She’d break everything she owned if she wasn’t careful. I didn’t help as she dragged the over-stuffed bag down each step. I’d learned that offering only made her more angry, dragged the performance out a bit longer. “I love you, please don’t go like this.” It slipped out… Continue reading Love/Hate – 99 word flash fiction
“Sorry”, he mumbled, not meaning it.
A signed name; a sealed fate.
Broken shoe, broken cheekbone, broken spirit.