A friend of mine has been writing some flash fiction. I thought it’d be fun to give it a try and stretch my writing elsewhere for a minute…
Now back to my regularly scheduled work on my novel… 🙂
I hope to make a splash back here off and on while I continue working on my book.
John, can you hear me? Her voice trickled through like a drip from the kitchen sink.
Eyes won’t open, muscles try but he just can’t make it happen.
Beep, beep, beep the familiar sound brought him near the surface again. He wanted to get up, tell the world he was here, grab his family and go, but he couldn’t break through.
John, it’s Friday, the kids and I are headed to the park.
Mom, here’s dad’s coffee.
Set it on the coffee table, I don’t think he’ll be joining us.
John, rolled over on the couch, modern day coma consumed.
Stephen Kellogg – 2015