There are people who aren’t supposed to be in relationships. I’m one of them. I didn’t know that, of course, since everyone thinks single people are weirdo’s. So I got married, so I wouldn’t be a weirdo. A month into it, I knew it was a mistake. I had to escape. I tried to hop a freighter out of town, but they caught me a mile into the desert. They put me in a straight jacket again and threw me in the van. Back at the state hospital, they tell me I’m right, not everyone’s meant to be in a relationship. They say I never was… in a relationship, that is. They say I was never married. But it’s hard to believe them. They’re not married. And it’s hard to believe wierdos.
A bit experimental this week. I’m taking a writing course and am being challenged to think outside the box. Please let me know what you think; what worked, what didn’t work. Thank you!
Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Around 100 people participate, their stories and poems are brilliant; check them out here.