I've been involved with the #Fridayflash community on and off since I started my twitter account in late 2009. It's a great way to network with other writers (when I'm not too lazy to blog hop) and to have some fun, quick fiction to read.
So anyway, in conjunction with that, here's a little flash fiction. :)
Writing prompt: Name
He lay on his bed, staring at the white ceiling. His blankets lay crumpled around him where he'd tossed them off during the night. He couldn't get her out of his head, even though two years had passed since the divorce. Two years, to the dot, though why he remembered the exact date of the divorce and not their wedding day was a mystery to him. Two years, and her name still wouldn't stop ricocheting in his head.
I miss you.
The curtains weren't doing much to keep the sunlight out, so he got up and sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his feet. He studied his toes, and the hair on them, desperately trying to find something that would keep his eyes away from the ring that lay on his bedside table. He wish he'd thrown it away. But he couldn't; not when he still thought of her so often. She'd probably thrown her ring away, or given it to whoever she was with now.
Won't you come back?
Maybe he'd call Maddie today, he decided, see if she'd like to hang out. She was a nice enough girl; kept his mind away from Sharon, distracted his heart from the stabbing pain that refused to go away. He should be over this by now. He reached for his cell phone and heard something drop. He bent down and picked up the ring absently, almost mindlessly. Turning it round in his hand, he closed his eyes and thought of her, her name changing in his head, as it always did when he held it.
What was good has turned to evil.
He needed to get his life back in order.