Spending so many days, months, years
wishing away the scars, emptiness, solitude;
she never thought the day would come…
A day when the puzzle fit together perfectly.
No stray pieces anywhere.
Time stood still in that moment,
and that was okay.
Squishy, chewy, snappy, sweet gum that mama chews and blows big bubbles with as big as her face before…
“Again,” I tell her.
She smiles, chews, and a pink bubble grows and grows until…
One day it’ll be my turn.
42 word story inspired by YeahWrite GargleBlaster #158.
when the night is still,
the narrow, golden closet light calls to her,
prompting her from where she lives
under the bed.
With other shadows,
she lurks from the wall;
long gray finger nails,
ready to scare.
Video shows her entering his building but never leaving.
He’s wealthy; loves child-porn, kinky sex, illegal drugs.
Cadaver dogs hit on her scent a dozen times.
His shower curtain, ripped from its rod, is missing.
So is she. It’s been six months.