Happiness. It's relative.
“Bury him in his jeans, it’s ok,” said the funeral director, so I brought his favorite pair, the old Levis hanging on the bathroom door, checking the pockets again for more wrong numbers.
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Inspired by the wonderful folks at Trifecta Writing Challenge who issued this dare: 33 words on love gone wrong not using any of these words: love, sad, tears, wept, heart, pain.
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I loved Trifecta’s 33-word challenges. Here’s one of my favorites.
More wrong numbers…that is perfection. Well done!
Oh, this is so great! Loved, loved, loved that last line. Makes me wonder if he met his end with a little assistance.
Very good short fiction (I assume it’s fiction but either way, it is a good story.)
This is most excellent.. couldn’t be more end than that. my mind go haywire
I like your take so much
Ooh. Ooh. So cool.
I love what you pulled out of your “wallet.” Cheers!
How did you do that? How, how, how? Genius! Love it. Thanks for linking up and don’t forget to vote!
Ouch! I love the checking for wrong numbers part, it reveals so much about the character’s situation and their relationship.
Touching and then a slap in the face. Really enjoyed this.
I’ve tried my hand but don’t think I can best you! Thanks for the laugh, although I felt a bit guilty laughing . . .
Hahaha Love it, Jan!
Great take on the prompt
Enjoyed
Ally 🙂
This was simply The End. Phenomenal.
I like how you capture the way the exact state of mind of the character here. Clearly it all just happened, and it hasn’t quite hit. At least, that’s what I got out of it.
Hmmm, methinks he met with an untimely end 🙂
Nicely done, a real sucker-punch. Not such a nice guy. Good riddance.
wow. you pack a wallop.