​I am tired of limiting my word count; I will switch to an exercise called 7-Sentence Story. Once I am weary of this limitation, I will likely write with complete freedom. It is also possible that I may lengthen the interval between posts on this blog so that I may start another blog.


Until Death

Up until four seconds ago, the plate was in one piece–so was their marriage.


[Words: 15]
[Author’s Note: In several cultures, four is considered an unlucky number because, in their language, “four” and “death” are pronounced similarly.]


Empty bottles. No concealer.
She’ll stay home today.
By choice.


[Words: 10]

[Author’s Note: The tags selected for this story relate to two different ways that the story. She does not suggest, and would never suggest, that abuse and vanity are equivalent.]