55 Word Story
Saturday, March 28th, 2009So, I’ve been staying with some friends. Silas and I. It has been difficult, but I couldn’t stand living in the demolition zone any longer. It is not a separation from Paul as much as it is a separation from the house. I had become so depressed that I lifting myself from the bed was becoming impossible. Mascara a herculean effort. Paul is taking this time to put our home back together and I hope he does it quickly.
In the meantime, I have been listening to a collection of 55 word short stories about love and death. The collection itself is not really very good. But, the idea was inspiring. Since, I don’t have too much to give, 55 words seemed managable. (more…)