What if he thinks you’re mad?
He won’t
Yeah, but what if he does?
He won’t … you’re doing the right thing
Suppose
You saw what you saw
Can’t believe she’d do that to him
She’s always been like that
Bitch
James still hates her
Don’t blame him
I swear she enjoys it
Remember the school trip?
She’s such a liar
Did it on purpose
Bitch
You’ve got to tell him
I’ve got to tell him
He needs to know
He needs to know
Catch him up … catch him
Fuck!
Look away … look away
‘Nice jacket.’
Say something! Say something!
Too late
Too fuckin late
Bitch
I hate her.
This fictional short story was written for a 50 Day Project organised by the artist Amanda Billing. I get 45 minutes to an hour (not the project’s rules, it’s just about the time I have right now) to write a story, sometime between 4.30am and 5.30am. After that, the day is no longer mine.
N.B. The sketch image for this short story was created using AI (at best, I can draw a half-decent stick man). The words are all mine.
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