Suicidal Reruns

“I’ll get either you or Greg to carry it up the three flights.”
“Oh really?”
“And what if I don’t want to carry it? What if I can’t carry it?”
“Then maybe you’re not who I thought you were.”
“Maybe I’m not who I thought I was either. I don’t think I can carry it.” He paused, caught on the cusp of wanting, needing, fearing. “I can’t do this…not anymore.”
“It’s just a television set. I’ll have Greg bring it up then.”
“I don’t think I can carry it.” His eyes grew distant and dreamy as he backed toward the open window. “I can’t do this…goodbye.”

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When the monotony of a relationship becomes too much.


death, fiction, flash, suicide


  • Melissa Vowell
    Melissa Vowellover 6 years ago

    haha. I really like this!!

  • TarrandDeV
    TarrandDeVover 6 years ago

    He is one lamentful ball of emotion. I dig it.

  • Natella2020
    Natella2020over 6 years ago

    I agree. What a drama queen (king?). Good telling though.

  • ytsumner
    ytsumnerover 6 years ago

    This dialogue is so sparse and powerful. It had that uncomfortable Carver-like quality where you’re really eavesdropping on a real life couple, speaking but not speaking. I love it.

  • jetsta42
    jetsta42over 6 years ago

    love it’s simplicity…

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