Challenge
I'm enamored of short-form writing - micropoetry, flash fiction, etc. For this challenge, write an ultrashort story (150 words or fewer). It must have a beginning, a middle, and an end. I will do one, too. Tag me @ruffmiriam
Theophilus
I didn't know it could happen to us until I saw him. He lie with his cheek against the cold porcelain of the toilet, propped up by a pencil thin arm. He looked like a victim of the Holocaust. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he collapsed. My heart, aching at the sight of him, forced me to pull him into my arms. He smelled like sadness. I carried him out of the boys locker room and into the coach's office, yelling the whole way. I could feel his heartbeat through his ribs. I could hear his raspy breathing slowing. He didn't have much time left. Coach got a hold of the ambulance as he went limp in my arms. They said I saved his life and I was a hero, but I'm not. Right before he was out, he whispered, "Please just let me die."
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