Monday's Fiction in 58

Fiction in 58 is something I came up with to challenge myself to create description in 58 words.

Yearning

With the shades drawn, the place matched the despair he felt in his heart. Deep, brooding, like dusk in a gathering thunderstorm.
That it was another morning didn’t matter, nor that it was raining. He listened to heavy drops pelt windows and rolled his face to the wall.
Life now was tasteless, odorless.
Where she went, he couldn’t.

Comments

Dee said…
I didn't realize that you came up with this concept - I have been playing with it some - combining it with one word. It is helpful to go back and cut it to the bone. Thanks for the idea.

This is very dark and brooding - I like how the fiction in 58 distills it down to the meat :)

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