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.
For more Five Sentence Fiction check out Lillie McFerrin’sblog.
Thoughtful and sad, but yet there's hope, a nice piece fighting for inner peace - well written :-)
ReplyDeleteI 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
ReplyDelete