Flash Fiction
Best of Flash Fiction: November 2012
Published: January 2, 2013
About her hitting me, we'd been having an argument about something, me getting a job or whatever it was, and I walked out on her. I was going to walk to Flannery's to get a beer. Cool off and get her off my back. She jumped in the car and chased me. She plowed into me and sent me flying into a ditch. She called me awful things out the window before driving off. I got up and walked back home.
She was in bed asleep or quiet and just laying there and so I got ready for bed and did the same. This morning she told me, "Look, all I can say is in that moment I wanted you dead."
"Do you still want me dead?"
"Not nearly as much," she says.
"I'll find a job," I say.
Lyle Rosdahl, a writer living in San Antonio, edits the flash fiction blog & best of in print for the Current. He created, facilitates, and participates in Postcard Fiction Collaborative, a monthly flash fiction response to a photo. You can see more of his work, including photos, paintings and writing at lylerosdahl.com.
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