After leaving his family, Charlie came home to only a note.
Charles,
Thanks for getting milk. It would’ve been nice if you brought it back before you left. Don’t worry about the kids or feel guilty. They only cry for you every night. Michael’s therapy is coming along. The shrink says he might be able to drink milk again. Thanks for giving our son a milk phobia.
In all sincerity. I understand the need to find yourself, because the guy who lived here was worthless. I do hope your journey brought you many things, since the things you left, have been burned. Your book is sitting in the toilet though. Apparently, it’s not good enough to burn.
Love ya to lots of little pieces,
Rose
This post was inspired by: M3 Flash Fiction Challenge. The word is book, with a word limit of 125. My count is 125 words.
You are an absolute doll! I soooooooooooooooo needed this. xxx
Good. I’m glad to have written some flash. I plan to do all of them before the deadline. I swear!
Six weeks left. Plus, there will be a new Hot Flash on the first of December
Yes. I saw some Hot Flashes…..I’m just glad I don’t have them yet.
Give it time, sister. Give it time.
I’m on pins and needles.
And a wonderful 125 words it is
Why thank you. It’s always nice to write unkind words to some strange man.
I got great satisfaction out of reading that. Reality not fairytale.
Bastard!
Wait – why did he come back?
He was probably hungry.