Like a suckling child he felt the warmth and saw his mother’s smile. The swirl of unconsciousness oozed in his mind. As his surroundings blurred into the groping darkness of the alley the syringe fell to the ground; a missile striking its death blow. In a fog of ill-gotten recognition his courage grew; courage to reach for an unknown peace. Rambling thoughts swirled in a gothic symphony; no more pain; no more disappointment; no more failure. The curtain closed in a tremulous fade to black as the warmth of his blood fell to the ground as he opened his veins.
September 24, 2008
Micro-Fiction, Stories in 100 Words – Episode 1: Despair
Posted by TCF under Creative Writing | Tags: Addiction, Depression, Despair, Hopelessness, Micro Fiction, Suicide |[8] Comments
September 24, 2008 at 12:00 pm
Dark.
September 24, 2008 at 2:34 pm
Miss Ann: Dark indeed.
September 24, 2008 at 4:23 pm
What Miss Ann Thrope said. Like, Lindt 70% Cacao dark.
I enjoyed it!
September 30, 2008 at 10:36 am
Addiction never sounded so poetic. Cheers Willie!!
October 1, 2008 at 10:54 am
Matt-Man: Glad I could entertain
October 6, 2008 at 5:20 pm
Very nice.
October 7, 2008 at 8:48 am
Whit: Thanks for stopping by, I enjoy your writing
March 18, 2009 at 8:47 am
Pretty cool.