All Alone (55 Word Flash Fiction)

Late evening, ICU units, Houston, September 2009.

Are you all alone?” 

No, I just stepped out. I am visiting a relative next unit.” 

Do you want to watch Monday Night Football?” 

I step into an ICU room, a smiling man.

Thought you’d give me company. I am alone. My girlfriend has not even visited once.”


It took me four years to write again 55 words of flash fiction (or maybe, partial fiction).  More on flash fiction.