Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Flash Fiction

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.


  1. The Scorpion1:15 PM

    Lets here it for the SF 59'ers

    The Scorpion

  2. The Scorpion1:53 PM

    That is, let's hear it for the 59'ers

    Hey Jack, I just realized...we are the 59'ers!

  3. Anonymous5:40 AM

    i love this flash fiction piece. i'm going to use it for my class on tuesday.