Another week, another Friday Flash, and this is a fairly brief piece (because I’ve been busy working on my comedy-detective serial (vote for me, etc), I quite enjoy the conceit though. Maybe it’s too clever for its own good, but here it is.
Messages Never Sent
I’m sorry about last night, I feel awful about it. You probably don’t believe me.
FUCK YOU YOU BITCH I HOPE I NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN!!!
Hey, I’m feeling pretty tired, don’t know if I feel like the pub tonight. I’ll see you again soon though.
If you wanted to stay in touch, here’s my new address…
I’m sorry, I almost told you the new address, but you’ve been really weird lately.
I know I said I’ve been really tired and that’s why I got so angry, but to be honest, I just feel so bad, y’know? Like I’ve locked myself out without meaning to.
Look, is this really a good idea?
Why do I always pussy out?
Look, for god’s sake, I’m sorry you weren’t sure about me until it was over, but it’s too late, you know? Some things you can’t just take back. Get over it.
For fuck’s sake, can’t you just tell me to get over it instead of always murmuring shit and platitudes?
Goodnight, Bob. Lovely to see you earlier.
Fair enough. About time we were honest with each other.