58 words and poof, a story

It's called Fiction in 58, an exercise in brevity.


“You know what your problem is, don’t you?”
He hated rhetorical questions, but played along.
“No, tell me.”
“You’re disconnected and it’s a distraction.”
“For you or for me?”
“Silly, for everyone.”
She smiled, checked herself in a compact and dove back into a glass of red wine.
He drained his drink, picked up his mobile, checked messages.


sarah said...

Very clever.