A new writing series highlighting the ways we say goodbye to one another. 250 words or less. Sometimes, that is all it takes. These stories are works of fiction. Some are inspired by real events. [Main Page]
“You’re stupid fucking game is CLEARLY more important than us.” Rose stared straight at him. She wore a form-fitting dress and heels. Her makeup looked impeccable. She even wore the new skimpy pair of underwear from Victoria’s Secret for a “just in case” scenario. Her boyfriend clearly forgot that it was date night.
Jim sat there, feigning interest in the conversation. He still wore the sweatpants and stained sweatshirt he put on the minute he got home from work an hour ago. Why was she bothering him? After all, these rebel scum are not going to die without the help of his upgraded Darth Vader character avatar. He already maxed out all his characters with weapons and upgrades. This was his time to shine.
“Fuck you, Jim. I hope you enjoy your game, asshole.” She slammed the door shut, rattling the adjacent wall where is limited edition Empire Strikes Back movie poster. She continued to yell in the hallway. A minute later, her Honda Civic sputtered to life, zooming to a galaxy far, far way. He didn’t need to know it was over. He could feel her hate flowing through him.
Jim paused the game and walked to the poster, fixing it straight. He knew the mistake he just made, powerless to do anything. He stared at the door and wiped away a solid tear, holding back the full emotion. He could use that in his next few rounds. “I know,” he said and unpaused the game.
Delusional Thoughts From Fantasy Island 