The penny dropped, it was over.

She walked down the street with the cold wind whipping at her face; winter was a hard mistress on days like these with its fleeting touches and cold glances. The grass was frosted around her and the cold morning air grabbed at her as she went. She jogged quietly towards the road while the people around her meandered to their destinations, self-absorbed, oblivious.

She finally stopped, and inside her things began to collect; thoughts had started to congeal. Slowly all the memories awoke; as if from some deep forced sleep, put on so that she could keep going, a medically induced coma that allowed her to function. As soon as she stopped, everything came back to life; all that had happened, all that she had tried to conceal, materialised.

The night had been a dream, unquestionably a bizarre series of hallucinations. Until now she had tried to stay away from the caustic recollections, allowing her to move through static hours; but it was too late now, they were here. The vague but intoxicating memories filled her head; of screaming and running, of rushing and crushing, eventually it all became clear.

The story was how she’d imagined it, the betrayal of a loved one. The bitter sting of loss and the blunt force of surprise still rang through her. She felt cold, colder than she should; chilled somehow. The cold inside and out made her shiver, as more terror trickled into her, memories still collecting.

She was betrayed, no doubt about it. She could tell by the seething and bubbling coming deep from within, making low sounds under a cacophony of noises. The picture was still clearing; the memories were stronger now and were screaming at her, forcing her to listen, still stronger with each one joining horde. She felt them run through her tiny body, too small to hold them all, bursting at the seams. Swiftly, they were demolishing her well built veneer.

There was no chance of escaping it now, the memory was right in front of her; full and in its glory. She faltered under the weight of it, the seething and bubbling grew until she felt like every fibre of her was breaking, but finally she knew the truth.

“Last night,” she whispered, her heavy head in her hands. She knew the story and she felt the pain, headlights in her eyes, glass everywhere; but details are not what she hides from. She sat silently, rubbing her eyes and whispered: “He’s gone”



Oak Park, Australia

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The full version of the six word story previous, written for a class. Loosely based on the song ‘Black Dress’ by Kisschasy, more like inspired.


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