Flash Fiction: I Wanted a Sunny Day

(This is the first time in a long time I’ve just written something without thinking about it.  I didn’t edit throughout nor will I edit this.  Another flash fiction.)


It was dark that day.  Actually, it was really dark that day.  The sky wasn’t letting any sunlight through the clouds.  Sure, it had rained prior to this, but when it remained dark each morning I realized something was wrong, like really, really wrong.  This wasn’t one of those shrug your shoulders and move on with your life wrong. This was what the hell is wrong with you, what the hell is wrong with your head, and what the hell made you think you could do that moment.

This was that dark day when I found out the person I thought would remain loyal to me forever wasn’t so loyal.  He wasn’t the person I thought he was and while it was foolish of me to think he had an ounce of good in him still, the lesson still had to be learned whether I liked it or not.  I didn’t know him when we first set eyes on each other.  I wondered about him yes, but not enough to want to talk to him.  It was him that made the first move, him the one to say hello, and him the one to use up my precious time.

It was innocent from the get go, but as time went on I didn’t like what I saw or heard.  He wasn’t vicious outright, but he had a mean streak to him.  He was someone you didn’t cross when he was angry or happy for that matter.  He had a type of walk that intimidated people because they knew if you stepped too close, there would be a certain kind of hell to pay.  He was good at dispensing it however he felt.  This I know because I was at the receiving end of it.  My whole body was hurting from all his wrath on that dark day.

Because of this experience, I have a hard time trusting people now.  I’m not sure if I will ever trust anyone again.  I very much doubt I will, but if a day ever comes again when I do, I will have him to thank for it in a twisted sort of way.  I’m not there yet, but time will tell.  People who go through this are resilient types.  I have to be one of those.  I think I’m one of them.  I hope so as I continue to sit in my own darkness, in the dark, in the darkest depths of singular pain.  Sometimes the absence of an apology is just that, sometimes it means much more, and sometimes it’s all in your imagination.



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