50 Word Fiction Fridays Vol. 59
This weeks theme came from a cheesy song I heard in the grocery store. Something about being more than a broken heart. It stuck in my head. So if you want to play, that's your challenge.
Alone
"Are you going to tell him?"
"He's gone."
"You know, if this isn't good news, there are options we can discuss."
Instantly protective, I placed a hand over my stomach and shook my head. Smiled just a little.I guess I'm more than a broken heart now.
Comments
Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam.She looked sad sitting across my desk. Divorce is always tough and she is young.
"You know, life is more than a broken heart", I state.
"But I loved him...", she whispered.
"Let me put it in perspective. He is worth 18.2 million dollars."
She giggled and signed the papers.
Posted by: DrinkJack
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27 avril 2007 16h35
he could only imagine the bandit masks they wore... what strange hours they keep with their laptops and dark clothing. they see in the dark, untold heart break separated only by pop up ads.
Posted by: sandwhiches | 28 avril 2007 20h55