Things happen in a split second of time that change the course of your life.
And all you can do is wish you were dead.
Memory crawls into bed beside you, suffocates you.
You wake in a sweat.
Take a shower.
Wash the smell from your skin twenty years later.
For this week’s challenge, you must write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words.
My first ever attempt.
Possibly my last.