Minia-chores

As usual, you need to blame Shoe-fiend. She keeps posting all these cool writing assignments on her blog, so that sooner or later a fellow can't resist the challenge. Her latest was to write a story in exactly 50 words (plus a title of upto 15 words; there was also some guff about it having to be a story or something, but hey, I'm not taking a class in this stuff). Anyway, here goes, and to make it more interesting, I've limited myself to a one word title as well:

Unsaved

When the power failed, he realized he hadn’t saved a copy of the note. The one where he explained about his life. It was a good note. It had been a good life. He had been about it to finish it. He wondered if he could get it back now.

Dumb

She says I have to stop talking to myself. It freaks her out, she says. No big deal. I mean, it’s not like I’m addicted or anything. Hell, I’ll do it right now: “I do solemnly swear never to talk to myself again”. There. How’s that for resolve?

Oh, damn.

Categories: Fiction