Fiction
Let Me Grieve
A Fiction Shorts Drabble
Random Word: rapid
Twist: set first sentence
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I’m not going to the reading of the will. I don’t need to.
He loved me for years.
I’ve had enough of people.
“Sign this.”
“Organise that.”
“I’m sorry, please accept my condolences.”
It is all so rapid.
They mean well, but I just want to cry.
I don’t need to be there. It is not important.
It’s a pebble at the foot of this great cliff of love. I’ve fallen and lie broken at its base. I care not for the pebbles when all I feel is pain.
Let me grieve.
When I’m ready to talk, I’ll find you.
This Drabble (a story of exactly 100 words) was written in response to this prompt from Nancy Oglesby:
