Flash Fiction


Was scrawled at the top of the page.

He scrawled it there, called it that because he wasn’t sure what it was and was scared of some other words he thought it might be.

Just new.

He hoped.

The first day, might have only been 23 hours, but long enough, longer than he had ever gone, he wrote a horizontal line.

Not a 1, because he didn’t know if there would…

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