I don’t remember dying.
Sometimes I wonder if it really happened because I still have to do stuff; I still need to go to work, I still need to eat food, I still need to sleep, to breathe, to shit. But I must be dead; I haven’t touched another person in years and I cant remember the last time I spoke to someone.
I haunt my life but I’m not sure if I’ve truly left it.
Sometimes I wonder if I should just make sure.
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.
This week’s word: Isolated
I’ve been struggling to write much of late – started strongly after the new year, but have faded over the last month. To combat this I’ve signed up for an online writing course, I’ll let you know how it goes. 🙂
Let me know what you think of the story – I don’t mind criticism.