Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
With the fakest of smiles and odorless vodka as my weapon of choise, I greet my family and friends. I know their intentions are good, but damn….I can breathe only when they are gone.
Ironically, the emptiness of our little apartment offer no relief…It is impossible to move on when memories keep falling off the shelves. Like a true addict I go through each page of our tragedy, imagining you waking up in her arms.
I say I’ll find a way to fall out of love with you…but I can’t stop wondering if you left the pills on purpose.