Another short story written by me and posted on my personal short stories blog. It's a kind of ultra-short fiction story, in an postmodern approach.
Hey you by John Fiction:
“Hey you,” I thought as I was waving my hand goodbye. But no sense of remorse took over me as I saw her leave. Her little pinkish scarf was drifting beside her medium curly red-hair as he walked to the car.
As I reach into my pocket and touch the key to her apartment that she had forgot last night on the kitchen table, the faltering clouds gather in a sort of ludicus un-human play. The big cloud soon covered the rest, just as the dominating person in a relation tends to eclipse the other. The other turns into the next, and the next into the rule. The rule is: even if they leave a key, you’ll never see them again.
The mere thought of running after her made me regret ever leaving the house that day. I almost dropped the cigarette I didn’t even know I had in my left hand.
One smoke, than it’s poof-goodbye, I start a seriously-sickening-flight-over-the-street, planting ash over the pedestrians’ heads. As I drift over Anne I notice my shoe lace is untied. I bend to tie them and hit my head against the now-near-me concrete sidewalk. I notice her car is gone...
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