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