Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Five Sentence Fiction - Night

So I wrote this for a previous Five Sentence Fiction and thought it didn’t fit the word of that week (so didn't use it)…but I think it fits for this one.  So here it is.

Five Sentence Fiction – Night

He sat looking out over the countryside, every voice in his head screamed at him for absurd reasons and the only thing that was certain they were all angry at him; he was more than just angry at himself, he was disappointed.  For the first time in years he had come here, to get away, not since his best friend left and still it felt like a betrayal after all this time, but he knew he needed to try something to fight at the depression clawing at his insides.  This was their place, the place they came to escape all the problems of the world and the one place where he knew he could find peace even though his partner could not be there; more than ever he missed the eager stare.  He could never remember feeling more lost and alone, with his back against some mythical wall and one of the voices in his head reassuring him it could only get better but even that was a lie; it could always get worse.  He forced a smile before he pulled himself off of the ground, it would already be dark before he would get home but he knew more than ever it was all up to him, to make the changes he knew he had to make to get by.

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  1. Thoughtful and sad, but yet there's hope, a nice piece fighting for inner peace - well written :-)

  2. I was going to say the same as Honoré about his battle for 'inner piece'. You have done a beautiful job in describing his angst and loneliness so well. xx