Iun 10
Micro Fiction
Posted on Miercuri, Iunie 10, 2009 in Creative writing
Listen
“We need to talk. I’m starting to get sick of this. I hate all this stuff.”
“I’m sorry. You know it’s not intentional”
“No! I can’t stand it any more. I’m really sorry but I can’t live like this.”
She opened the door and waved her hand. The cat ran out.
The Big Funeral
Big funeral. He died.
Then he started to go inside, and play around. She played with him. He took out a ball, and the tennis rackets. She went with him.
Big funeral. She died.
Interesant..