Gavin loved Bernie. He’d watched him from birth to death. He was a piece of his mind, an original creation.

He wept when the fifty words ended because he knew none could ever know Bernie properly. Or his Sinophobia. Not in fifty or fifty thousand words.

“What now?” Bernie asked.

Editor: Gavin was late including a bio, but he has an awesome name, in my opinion. And I doubt he’s sinophobic.

Added later: Gavin is a full time student who writes fiction in his free time. One day he hopes to write full time as he fears real work.