It's National Novel Writing Month next month. Given that seem to have barely enough spare time to clean my teeth each day, I'm pretty much disenfranchised from this. So. Fifty word stories. The title doesn't count as part of the fifty, and they can't be a word more, nor a word less.
Narcissus in New York
As she left the restaurant in tears, he adjusted the flower in his button-hole and thought of nothing. She was replaced by someone who, later, would also leave a restaurant in tears.
At nights he dreamed his reflection would climb out of his mirror and stab him through his heart. |
