Light (Fiction 59: Six)
Before consciousness reclaimed him, the light rescinded.
Before consciousness reclaimed him, the light rescinded.
And yet, the narrative persists.
Every so often, I step off the curb looking right.
Looking up he noted sunset, turning around he saw her standing, staring vaguely west.
Spoken: "Ready?" Eyes widen.
He saw himself; scowling, sleep deprived, haggard, older.
There is a fiction contest in the Chico News & Review with a specification of exactly 59 words.