“I could draw in each mole, every dark pigment, birth mark, blemish, contour and crease found in his skin. I could map out Jake like the night sky and with the same degree of accuracy.” Although thinking it a weird idea, the words I chose said otherwise.
If you could travel back in time and change one thing in your life, what would it be?
“I’d kill myself if I was short.” A simple statement, but not one I’d ever heard said before, word-for-word.
His fluency took me by surprise and realising a response was needed, I drew upon the little grasp of school-boy french I had, replying “Oui, merci beaucoup, vraiment.”
No signal, Justin thought to himself as dejection sank in, won-derful. Staring intensely at the screen was having zero effect. With the handset held in front of him above head height, he slowly tracked his hand from left to right, keeping his eyes on the signal strength indicator. Nothing. Why was this the first thing he… Continue reading A short, untitled story inspired by Creative Writing Ink writing prompt for 13 April, 2017, to enter see: here