The shed door creaked open, but there was no one there. For a moment I’d thought you’d come back. That first, uncontrolled leap of hope always lands hardest. It has so much further to fall.
I sat at my workbench and stared at my hands, willing my fingers to remember the way you felt. They’re so scarred and calloused it’s doubtful they even heard the command. For a long time I looked at your picture I taped to the tool cabinet. I wondered what color your hair was now.
One day I’ll fix that door and it will stay closed.
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This Heart Got Teeth
Short StoryDrabbles. Flash fiction. Shorts. One shots. Call them what you will. Conatined here are stories that come and go quickly, passing in barely the span of a blink. Catch them if you can.
