Flash Fiction Friday: The Date Tomorrow

Published April 13, 2009

I am the tardiest of the tardies.  This is the first ever Flash Fiction Fronday, and as Fron as it is, I'll try to be more punctual in the future.  Take a gander at Heart-throbin's, Truncate-lyn's, and Gabreality's pieces.  Happy Easter!

If I started at the beginning this would be too long, and if I made it to the end I don’t think I’d be able to finish. Something about me refuses to think that it’s over. The triumphant final chapter of my pitiful life has yet to be written. I guess that’s what tomorrow’s for, but tomorrow I have work. And after work, there’s court.

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I go from feeling sorry for myself to feeling sorry for the people I’m trying to get to feel sorry for me to defeat. Then I start over again. This time, though, Rachel stopped feeling sorry for me and started feeling something else. I don’t understand the nature of this new feeling of hers, but I know what it’s doing to me, or might to do me, and tomorrow we’ll both find out.

I don’t think she knows what to call it either, but if she did I think she’d tell me. It’s been a long time since she’s told me anything.

Should I even go to work tomorrow.

Yesterday’s to-do list might never matter again. I only got half of those things done. Final sorts of things, just in case. I know I had more notice; I’m not making excuses.

I know what will happen. I am not afraid of what will happen.

If you read this and don’t know where I am it’s because I went somewhere.

Why don’t I just go somewhere now.

Maybe Rachel will come meet me. Some day when she’s sorry. I will forgive her. She will know where I am, but don’t ask her though. Other people might know, but they’ll have forgot. It always was easy.

Me, I mean. Forgetting. Forgetting about me. Rachel always remembered. I never forgot. I never will.

Tomorrow I will have to forget.

Everything will be new.

I am not going.