He ran down the long hallway, wondering if he would make it on time. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t allow himself to think through this any further. He can only act. Or else …
He ran and reached the phone. It looked so strange and old. This wasn’t his time. It wasn’t meant to be.

He picked up the phone knowing that once he talked his time here would end. But it had to be as she suffered because of her indecisiveness. He could make it right.
“Hello”
He fell to the cold hospital floor. And as his eyes closed he knew hers had just opened.
Now what will she make of this second chance?
Categories: Culture, death, mental health, photography, Psychology





Is this the beginning or the ending of the story? Actually, this could be the ending, set at the beginning and meant to introduce the whole idea. What would you give for that second chance?
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Hmm. It’s wherever you want to place it 🙂
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Wow! Good flash fiction.
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