Slinging a Fiction in 58 at you

Day feels right for a Fiction in 58:

She’d be right back.
That was a year ago; in the interim, he left everything where she left it, a museum of unnatural history.
He struggled with guilt, while nothing in her demeanor suggested the restlessness to flee.
On Thursday, he entered the flat and there she was.
“It was a longer walk than I thought,” she said.


Travis Erwin said...

Nice. I like it.

MichaelO said...

Sounds like something out of a Leo Kottke song. Cool.