Pocket Stories #1

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She thought there was no other way left fo her. The last three years of her life had been testing. First, the battle with rug addiction, then the divorce, the custody of her children, and now, the near moneylessness. It was enough. She stared at the razor blade in her hand.

She took a deep breath, and imagined the pain it would cause. She could visualize the blade cutting through her veins and she relished it. She closed her eyes. Just as she touched the blade to her wrist, the phone vibrated. Who would want to talk to me? She picked up her phone and stared at the message. “Your book’s perfect. Out in January, 2016. Call me asap.”

She was stunned. She stared at the razor  in her hand and cried. She cried for a long time.

*Total work of fiction. Isn’t in any way related to how I feel.*

17 thoughts on “Pocket Stories #1

  1. Glad you put in the PS part on how you felt. Would have called and checked if you were still alive 😛 Well the story is hopeful. Had she cut the vein and then the phone had that notification come up then it would have been a different story.

    Grandmawww…1st para, 2nd line and 6th word.

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      • No worries. I’ll always be glad to point out your mistakes. Also feel free to use the edit option for comments after you have rectified the mistake.

        Feeling guilty for not writing in 3 days. Oh you are one passionate writer. That is great.

        Tuitions? oh, you little kid 😛 😛 hahaha

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