Short Fiction / Stories



But couldn’t you have even at least had some respect for me?


As a human? As a living thing?

Did you ever think about me? About how all this would affect me?

Probably not. Because to you, it was never about me.

It was always about you.

(Fiction in 50 submission – September)




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