Fifty Words

Sam writes exactly fifty word stories Monday through Friday.

Sep 2

the bullet

I need you, he said. It was the emptiness of space.

It was coming to fill that need, to make a hole and fill it up again. They’d be friends forever. He would lie back in eternity, his mind clutching the cylinder of truth. He wouldn’t even leave a note.


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