Very Short Story
@VeryShortStory
Twitter sized fiction since 2009. All stories written by @sean_hill.
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Tell me...I want to know.... what you most want for yourself in 2022?
#newyear#
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I shoved another cookie in your petite mouth as you struggled against the handcuffs. This time, I wouldn't be the fat bridesmaid.
To cushion the blow, I gave out a cookie when I fired someone. It made them smile...until they realized it was stale...just like them.
I'd grown up not having enough.
When I started earning my own money, I stuffed part of each payout in my wall.
Each night I slept with my hand against the wall, reminding myself I had enough - but I didn't feel that way - not fully understanding cash doesn't equal love.
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Ella opened the lid to her lunchbox and looked inside.
Same as yesterday. She moaned and snapped the lid shut. “Why does she make so much thanksgiving?”
Beni said “I’ll trade you” holding out a candy bar and bag of chips.
Ella took the trade knowing his mother couldn’t cook.
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Tom and Sally handed the twins to her parents and left for a weekend together. It was awkward at first as they got reacquainted. But once their connection returned, they made love.
Afterwards neither said the words but each thought "we could let the grandparents raise the kids".
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It was over. I'd felt powerful, sexy and loved. Now, an empty plate sat where the chocolate cake had been. The loneliness crept back in.
Dear Chocolate Cake,
Last night was special. I've never been kissed like that. You're the one. Hope you feel the same. Check yes or no. #vss#
Martha promised herself this year would be different - but here she was in the mall crying, clutching shopping bags filled with things she didn’t need.
The thrill of a deal had called to her. It was her drug.
Her daughter, Lucy, found her in the crowd and led her home to detox.
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After the meal, the men gathered to watch sports, sitting in awkward silence when the cable went out. Finally one said "we could eat more".
I found an old photograph of us while cleaning out the attic. We looked so happy together then. It made me want to dig you up and apologize.
My boss asked where I was. "I'm boycotting Mondays." The idea spread. People stayed home. Now we hated Tuesday.
I shoved another cookie in your petite mouth as you struggled against the handcuffs. This time, I wouldn't be the fat bridesmaid.
It was over. I'd felt powerful, sexy and loved. Now, an empty plate sat where the chocolate cake had been. The loneliness crept back in.
To cushion the blow, I gave out a cookie when I fired someone. It made them smile...until they realized it was stale...just like them.
The clock had belonged to my Grandfather, given to him by the King. Now, I was giving it to my son so he too could watch his life tick by.
Jared cried on New Year’s Day. The fortune teller said this year would be his last, and it would...although it was just a lucky guess.
The Council gathered the tribe members for the vote. "We must decide now. Should we stay here or venture into the unknown of the new year?"
Timmy used the magic set he got for Christmas to bring the family dog back to life. I had to pay the vet, again, to put him back to sleep.
Carl was good at small things like buttering toast or stacking neatly. It was big things like talking to people that gave him trouble. #vss#
