Things to do:
1. Get married.
2. Buy flowers for wife everyday.
3. Take son to baseball games.
4. Take daughter to ballet class.
5. Watch them grow up.
6. Attend their weddings.
7. Play with my grandchildren.
8. Not to die before doing 1 through 7.
9. Go to Chemo everyday.
10. Pray.
Showing posts with label 55 Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 55 Fiction. Show all posts
June 18, 2009
Anything for You
He peers out the window while finishing the letter to his wife and son, “Please forgive me. I only did it because I love you”. His tears, smudge the word” love”.
He folds the paper and puts it on the table beside the blood soaked knife.
He sits, waiting to be found.
He folds the paper and puts it on the table beside the blood soaked knife.
He sits, waiting to be found.
Sights
He sees children playing, couples smooching, families enjoying their picnic, street performances, joggers running, a mother cheering her kid with an ice cream, an old couple holding hands, teenage girl crying, a kid falling and laughing, a guy writing, another taking pictures.
Atleast he wished he could.
He walks away with his service dog.
Atleast he wished he could.
He walks away with his service dog.
Now
He thinks of his wife and sons. His parents. Their world trip. His house on the beach. His Ferrari. His million dollar contract. All it would take is this one thing. Now.
He looks up, closes his eyes, prays to a god he never thought of until now.
With all his strength, he kicks.
He looks up, closes his eyes, prays to a god he never thought of until now.
With all his strength, he kicks.
The Usual
Introduction: Over readings of many many blogs, I came across a new style of writing called 55 Fiction. So decided to try my hand at limiting my stories to 55 words. This is my first attempt. More to come.
-The Usual-
“The usual”, says the girl and hands him a yellow dandelion.
He smiles and pays the girl. It starts to drizzle. He turns to look at the light in his apartment and smiles at the thought of his wife.
He starts walking on the path he has been taking for the last 55 years.
-The Usual-
“The usual”, says the girl and hands him a yellow dandelion.
He smiles and pays the girl. It starts to drizzle. He turns to look at the light in his apartment and smiles at the thought of his wife.
He starts walking on the path he has been taking for the last 55 years.
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