Your Cold Heart
written by: E Barnes
The damn dog wouldn’t stop digging.
Bitches can’t be with you if you don’t scream.
I paid the bills. The rent, the cellphone, the electric.
Why weren’t you on my side?
“Come with me!” I yelled.
You said, “You mean it?”
The dog stared at me, wanting an answer too.
I picked up a rock.
I usually miss, but it struck you right between the eyes.
I kept digging in the almost frozen ground.
I’m so sorry!
I guess the dog missed you as much as I did ’cause—
The dog kept digging.
I hit her right between the eyes.
E lives in Ohio and is a busy professional by day and a writer of microfiction by night. E has been writing for over thirty years, mainly screenwriting, until the passion for flash fiction became so overwhelming in 2019. E's first book of collected Flash Fiction was published in 2020.
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