Thursday, February 9, 2012

Seven #2: I'm not the ring around your finger

White walls, white sheets, cramped room, airconned. Aimlessly, Estela stares at the ceiling grinning. In the bathroom, her boss speaks lies. A small box lies on the pillow. Its contents now hang from her ears. "Gotta go home, honey, wifey's gone nuts." Mr. Hsu leaves with 30 minutes left.



(Seven-word flash fiction in 7 sentences. A collection of 77 stories on what-nots)

2 comments:

Trip o dehins?