Broken Promises

One Sunday morning a few months ago I woke up with this story buzzing around in my head. On most mornings I wake up, take a shower, make a cup of coffee or grab breakfast, and spend some time just relaxing before I do anything remotely productive. Not on this Sunday, though. On this Sunday I rolled over, grabbed my computer off the ground, and wrote this piece in about ten minutes.

I found it again some months later. It was only after I spent a bit of time editing and tweaking it that I realized where the inspiration had probably come from.

So here is my (unconscious) take on this flash fiction story, which is usually attributed to Ernest Hemingway (even though nobody really knows where it came from): Continue reading “Broken Promises”