We briefly studied flash/fast fiction in English the other day and had to write three pieces for an assignment. This popped into my head during the class and I scribbled it out immediately. Not handing it in, though, because it doesn't fit the criteria of the assignment. Still pretty good, though. I think.

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Razorblade

She kissed his hands, remembering what he did with them.

"I don't blame you, sweetie."

A tear fell down her face.

"It's my fault you weren't happy. Always looking for something new. Towards the end, you were ashamed of me, weren't you? You didn't want me anymore."

She glanced up. His eyes were closed.

"I hope you're happier without me. I've done all I can. But if you ever get lonely, you know where to find me."

A kiss on his cheek, she knew it was the last she'd ever give him.

"I love you."

She closed the casket on her son and left, as they whispered.

"They say he used a razorblade."

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