Bag of Stones

A man walks down a darkened path. He looks neither left nor right. He is slightly bent, as if he carries a great burden, yet no burden is visible.

The man spies a pool of water beside the path. He stops and looks into the pool and smiles. The reflection does not.

It looks sorrowful as it reaches up and draws him into the water. The man is dragged down like a bag of stones.




Title
Bag of Stones

Length
70 words

Written
January 2000

Dedication
To Daryl Braithewaite, because we'll go riding on the horses, yeah yeah

Editorial Notes
What do you call a story this short? "Ultra-flash" or something? I don't know—I just write them

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