ashnayor (United States) published:
PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2020
This is my friend, Depression. They cover in clothing equivalent to the midnight sky. Their eyes are bloodshot. There isn’t the same sparkle you see in other people's. Depression’s hair is tangled in dozens of knots. I tell them to take better care of their hair, but they don't listen. They never listen. Depression is also manipulative. They show up like a fruit fly buzzing around the room and stay however long they want to. “You are euphoric,” they say....
about 1 year ago