Sunday, October 17, 2010
Journal 5: 6 Sentence Fiction: Gone
Rebecca was my wife. Many years ago she died, I couldnt cope with the pain. People came by to visit me, trying to cheer me up, day in and day out. I got fed up with their constant irritation. I put up a sign in my yard the day before I died. Gone, no one to turn to.
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This is great! What a sad piece....I love how you can feel his detachment from everyone.
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