I live in a doomed world, I think grimly as I huddle in the dark corner of the Red Mountain Market and Deli, my go-to grocery store some 20 years ago. Teeth clattering, hands shaking, I reach into my jacket pocket for my trusty bottle of Ibuprofen. Great, final two.
After a moment of hesitation, I pop them into my mouth and crush them with my teeth, waiting for the pain to subside. The bitterness no longer bothers me, not after 5 years.
What is happening to this world? I wonder.
This world’s going to hell, that’s what’s happening. My subconscious replies.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.