I have participated in Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors blog hop a few times and I’ve enjoyed it. Today I don’t have the most interesting of doors but I’ve decided to post it anyway, along with a bit of flash fiction. I hope you enjoy it.
I looked at that closed door in front of me. That’s just what it was. It was no longer the entry to my home, a home I had shared with the family that made me want to get up every morning and the family that kept me going through the long days. How had I lost it all? It seemed impossible to think that I was all alone now. They were gone. It was my fault. Had I not been in the hospital they would still be here and I would be gone. Without that surgery, I would be gone. The irony. I consented to the surgery for them; to go on with them. And when they went to see me… The police had called it an accident but was it? Really? A 92 year old man still driving? That was a crime, not an accident!
Wasted Days And Wasted Nights 