aristera says

Monday, September 26, 2005

 

one more 55 words story...

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i ask for half the supplies compared to last month. i think the grocer knows. Yes, we split. I go for films by myself too. So? I die? Don’t wana go home. Cant eat by myself, again. The paper bag with ‘half’ the supplies tears open. Spills onto the road, to the sea. I weep.

Comments:
Edit edit edit. Very unpolished.
Weeps with despair.

Since you seem to be hooked (despite the initial loud protests at such an exercise), I want something happy next!
 
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