Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting this writing challenge: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Another thank you to Yinglan, for providing the inspiring photo prompt this week. If you guys haven’t heard of or joined this challenge, please try it out. It’s a great way to connect with others and share stories. Check out PJ’s blog for more details and entertaining entries. You won’t regret it.
Now, to the story:
Sit up. Pat my hands down my body. The hell? Where are my pants? No shoes. Keys gone. Wallet . . . ha. Why did I even bother checking? Again.
Oh, there are my shoes. By the fence. But I could’ve sworn I wore the red ones last night. Or was that last week?
Smack my face. Get it together. Once, twice, five times. Nothing new. Nothing special. Just another morning — afternoon? — with my back to this tree. Why do I keep coming here? And why the hell are you looking at me? Well, fine, damn. I’ll stare at you, too. Don’t you dare leave. Not yet. I need a focal point anyway. Something more stable than this bark poking into my back. It hurts. And it’s cold. And I can’t hear you from here, but I know you’re talking about me with your friend.
Yeah, laugh it up while salt runs down my face.
Stop talking! No, no — I’m sorry I screamed. Don’t leave. Please. My stomach’s still roiling. My tongue’s still loose. I didn’t mean it.
But of course you don’t care. You’re gone.