Super duper short fiction
Still playing around with this new form my marvelous, talented friend Heather Fowler (Blatent plug! http://www.myspace.com/fowlerhm) who writes like an angel, turned me onto. Not sure if it suits my natural, overwhelming love of my own voice but I’m giving it a go for awhile.
Two more very, very, very short pieces today.
Decisions
I asked her what she wanted to do now but she only stood outside the bathroom door staring at the plastic stick still wet with her own urine. Her eyes were wide as she looked at me and hurled the thing at my head. It landed with the single pink line visible in the clear plastic bubble. She closed the bathroom door crying and we spent the night mourning on opposite sides of the door.
Addicted to Hope
After pushing the thought away all day I finally called him and met him on the corner. He was greasy and happy to see me. Moments later- in the dark empty stairwell- I thought, “Last time…just a taste.” Then the needle poured out hope for tomorrow as I sank it into my pulsing vein…today.
Tags: addiction, Fiction, flash fiction, micro flash fiction, pregnancy, writing
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