The Divorce
I sat on my unmade bed, longing for something but not knowing quite what. I began to cry. In the evenings there was a dull ache where she used to be. I have to get out of here, I said to myself, I have to go home. Then I remembered that I was home.
Lets here it for the SF 59'ers
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That is, let's hear it for the 59'ers
ReplyDeleteHey Jack, I just realized...we are the 59'ers!
i love this flash fiction piece. i'm going to use it for my class on tuesday.
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