It’s been a long time and I’ve missed you, my old friend.
The thought of you, your smell. The way you taste.
You’re always on my mind.
I know it’s been good to be away from you, but I want you back in my life.
Hello carbs, my old friend.
Susan is a Technical Writer by day and fiction writer at night. She adores her five grandkids.
Marcia stepped on the scales one last time. After two long weeks, the chances of this diet actually working appeared to be slim. She normally wasn’t one for resignation, but reality had begun to set in.
She should have known the “cupcakes only” diet was too good to be true.
Last year, his annual business trip left him exhausted.
“You’re overweight,” said his wife, and the little ones nodded.
“No pain, no gain,” he resolved.
This Christmas Eve, after a strict twelve month diet, a slimmer, faster Santa will whiz round the world to deliver his gifts in record time.
John B Sinclair is a much-travelled Scot who has now returned to Scotland, where he enjoys freelance writing on a variety of subjects.
The needle never moved as she stepped on the bathroom scale. She’d done it. She’d finally lost all the weight. Every bit of it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t admire the effects of her weight loss in the mirror, or snap a cellphone selfie to post.
Being a ghost had its drawbacks.
Elizabeth Archer drinks too much coffee and writes flash fiction. She is working on a novel.