I wore my purchase out of the second-hand store. My hand slid into the jacket pocket to find a scrap of paper. I pulled out a note written by the previous owner.
“I never want to be without you, my love.”
Apparently it was not written to the jacket itself.
Marcus Benjamin Ray Bradley wrote this story.
I had to tell you, you parked beautifully. I know this note is weird, but today’s my Mom’s funeral and the caterer didn’t show and I hit a dog. I had to say something nice to someone or I would shrivel into a ball of sorrow and disappear.
Cynthia Franks is an award-winning playwright and fiction writer. She believes writing 50-word stories is the best practice for a writer and issues a 50-word story challenge each month on her website, franklywrite.com.
The stone was polished so smooth it seemed almost without an edge. Its reflective surface simply dissolved into the image of the background.
Once you see the stone you can’t pry it from your thoughts if you want to. The trouble will begin soon. Good luck.
Jedidiah Shepler believes varied interests build a strong and plastic mind. He completed a degree in Anthropology from the University of Houston, Texas (summa cum laude) and is fascinated at how difficult it is to “get a real job” with a social sciences degree. Luckily he doesn’t want a real job. Simply: a job. He occasionally writes crappy movie reviews at downthemoviehole.blogspot.com. This is his first fiction submission.
I clutch the pink note in my sweaty hand.
My heart beats furiously.
The room smells like chalk.
“Welcome, Dads!” is written on a big blue banner.
The cruel children laugh at my shoes while I hand over the note.
It reads, “Dear Ms. Wheatley, Elena’s father died last year.”
This story was submitted by Elena Agnello.