Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Depressingly realistic fiction
I Don’t Want To …
©May 10th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
I try to avoid that stone when I go visit that clearing. I don’t want to remember.
I don’t want to remember I was once that fourteen-year old, running through tall grass.
I don’t want to remember who was chasing after me.
I don’t want to remember my breath coming in quick bursts.
I don’t want to remember how he caught up with me.
I don’t want to remember how I fell, how I grabbed a stone.
I don’t want to remember where he lies.
The clearing calls to me, every year.
I don’t want to go, but I do.
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Trying to make up for months of silence on the Friday Fictioneers front. Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting us, cheerfully, thoughtfully, and generously.