‘Done’ — Flash Fiction Friday

Here’s another attempt I made at the Press 53 53-word contest (and here is the winner of this week’s contest for which the below was written).


Dead bolt

(Photo credit: DBduo Photography)

You said I would snort coke again, eventually. I was done, I promised, face striped with strokes of my fingers.

The staccato of six unlocking deadbolts – you left us as my fingernails dug my scalp.

I wondered how our two-year-old daughter would live without her mother, tried to imagine who would adopt her.


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