As promised, the first piece of flash fiction! Please comment with feedback/suggestions/questions like wtf was I thinking, if you’re so inclined. More of these to come. Enjoy! Lack. That was the word Caroline finally settled on for how’d she’d been feeling. The other day at lunch, Myrna had insisted it was depression, no matter how much Caroline protested. Then, Myrna said she was in denial, so there was really no winning. In the end, she’d taken her friend’s proffered bottle of Prozac at the end of their time together. She’d stuffed the bottle, prescription label still attached with Myrna’s late husband’s name on it, into her purse. And there it remained.
Might be good to include Caroline's child-rearing history ( to maybe illuminate the person she is / a part of her experience in life that helped "get her to where she is" ...
Great Read April !!
Might be good to include Caroline's child-rearing history ( to maybe illuminate the person she is / a part of her experience in life that helped "get her to where she is" ...
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