Sunday, August 23, 2009

A Little Fiction, Literally

And now, here is an extremely short piece of fiction that was once a postcard I wrote to a friend and which shamelessly amuses me (oh how narcissistic) so that I keep making other people read it. The inspiration came from a true story a friend told me; however, any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. Purely.

The Breakup by G. Flynn
“Oh dear,” he said with some sadness, with some vexation and with considerable embarrassment. All the people sitting on nearby benches around the pond had stopped talking to watch them. She looked up at him longingly and he wondered how much she actually understood of what he was saying to her, if it would really sink in until he left. In time, she would realize he wasn’t coming back. As the days passed, she would forget him and she would learn, as he already had, to keep with her own kind. It would be better this way for both of them, but it had been fun while it lasted. They had been a couple that turned heads.

He thought back on their time together and knew he would miss her. “I’m really sorry,” his throat began to close and the air seemed heavy and sad. “I didn’t mean for it to end like this. I only want the best for you. I have to go now.” Gathering courage, he turned and took a few steps. She followed. He knew she would. “You can’t come with me. Please, just let me leave.” He could see in her eyes that, this time, she knew she could not come with him. She stayed steady, looking at him intently. He sighed deeply, turned to his path and walked away. In the wake of his departure, she uttered only a single, “Quack.”

What do you think? Isn't it just ducky?

1 comment:

Amanda said...


Loving the Posts!!!!

Keep them coming!