A flash fiction piece I recently submitted – word limit of 150 and had to use the word paper. Short and sweet – the perfect two minute read for a busy Saturday!
“…migraine. I can’t drive.”
“Look it’s terrible timing. We’ve got to present to the client on Friday and…”
“Just a day. If I sleep it off I’ll be fine tomorrow. You know I’ll make up the work.”
“Yeah. I know. OK. Get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I set the phone back on its dock and zip up my jacket. Beanie. Gloves. It’ll be cold down by the river and my chest isn’t great these days.
I park the car near the footbridge. There’s a bench set back from the water underneath an old crack willow. I can watch the car while I work.
I take the first sheet from my bag and fold it in half. Nine more folds, then on to the next.
A flotilla of paper boats sail away under the bridge.
Danny would have loved them.