Rochelle hosts a 100 word flash fiction competition each week. Come and have a go!
Classy joint! A wonderful view of the car-park from the balcony, sports pitches beyond, suburbia behind that. It’s raining cats and dogs at three in the morning. I’m at the motel because of the blazing row with Karen. I couldn’t handle her alcoholism and paranoia anymore, and walked out.
I know it’s not her fault. The world hates her: friends, family, everyone is out to destroy her. She needs someone to blame and I, who love her most, am prime suspect. All my support and perseverance count for naught.
Was there ever a view as bleak as this? (98)