Flash Fiction – Page 2

Dead Today but not Tomorrow

Missy, I remember the Girl Scout Uniforms and the struggles through school and today I read of your death; that seems years ago too.

Into the Asylum

There are days I wish it were over. I don’t want to know who I am and I don’t want to face another night. It’s different when the sun goes down. I know and they know and the world just goes on, ignorant.

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