Flash Fiction: Commiseration by Sean Ennis
That we are in decline, if not bottomed-out, seems obvious in the macro.
That we are in decline, if not bottomed-out, seems obvious in the macro.
The point is: you chose. You’re twenty-seven years old now, and you chose.
The sun will rise when you think it has set forever.
You watch Casablanca and crave powerful, everlasting, cursed love.
Most of these kids Isabel hasn’t seen in person since the pandemic started.
She had a boyfriend in New York City, she said.
In the Seventies everyone had home slide-shows.
She was one of those people that truly believed the world could change.
How one thing can erase a lifetime of wait.
The boy’s breadth of knowledge concerns his father. The child’s obsessions, his tape-recorder memory.