Beauties is a series I am starting; A series of flash fictions (super short stories) that display beauties in every day living. They hope to bring you a fresh perspective on instance we’d rather not see with positivity. I hope you enjoy them 🙂
~Flashes of Fiction at Content with Coffee Breath~
Its been a while since I’ve seen you.
How have you been?
Are you still at that little library sorting books and sniffing ink?
Your caligraphy would be nice right about now.
Mind sending me something?
I need the inspiration.
The printing company I manage isn’t getting much traction here.
It’d be nicer with someone like you around.
I hope you’re well.
I’m well myself.
I hope to hear from you.
You finished reading the letter. Your mind often drifted to somewhere where that person was. A printing company huh? It didn’t seem to be going well. The acquaintance … used to be more than an acquaintance … was probably not doing well.
You sigh. Your own work having let you go years before. You hadn’t been under a solid roof since the last winter when a patrol car picked you up and shuttled you off for a one-night stay and a hot meal at the station.
You were well though. Your mind was clear. The library was a lot like the woods you took refuge in now from the fearsome sun’s rays. In all the books you’d read, you knew of certain plants to heal your first few sun burns before you found shade and protection. Now you were more educated and more comfortable. You couldn’t tell anyone that though. Nor could you tell anyone of your being without your calligraphy pens. You’d sold those a few months back for some booze. Your last drop of booze. The hangover had taken away too much of the resources you had stocked away. It also left you too vulnerable to the others…
You were well, but you didn’t realize it until later. Sooner you’d have given anything for the cash. Anything for the prospect of that ideal life you’d once clung to. A house. A yard. A spouse. A kid or two. A fresh hot meal. None of it really equated to much against the force of nature you were now a part of.
The breeze brushed softly across your face. The paper in your hand threatened its escape. You let it go, having found a means of living where every day is something new, unexpected, and challenging. It was something the manager of a printing company wouldn’t understand… until later.
~may your breath always be the way you wish~