It was like looking down into the darkness of the world at the bottom of a glass. Every enraged howl he’d ever emitted, every tear wasted on opportunities that never existed, all of them now stared back up at him to bare their teeth in a smile.
It was then that he realized that he was staring back at himself; staring back at his own hate, at his own empty words and feelings, all the love that never was or never grew. And it was time to drown it. “Bartender, two more shots of whatever this was…”
Entry #2 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. And what happens when “empty” becomes a bad thing, but a good thing, but still a bad thing.
I hope you all enjoy.