Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Word count: 165 words
It was cold outside, and the Jeep’s heater didn’t work. Condensation formed on the window while I waited. I rubbed my hands together, leaned over and blew. My breath warmed them for an instant. With my right hand, I smeared the foggy window. I needed to watch the street, needed proof she wasn’t there.
I tucked my hands under my armpits and hunched over the steering wheel. My mind played tricks on me and I heard her call my name. She wasn’t there. I couldn’t admit the truth. Not yet. I didn’t want to feel, not the heartache or the choking in my throat. I didn’t want to barter with the devil. I’d bring her back for the price of my soul.
Hot tears fell on my checks. Did I have the strength to carry on, or did I let the jeep’s carbon monoxide take away my pain? They’d tell me I’d make it, and I’d find somebody new. For now, I waited and prayed.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer