Six Sentence Sunday – 9-4-2011

Although it had been years since they’d talked, decades, that didn’t mean that Corinne didn’t hover in the back of Will’s consciousness every day. Especially since his wife’s death three years ago. He’d meant to call her, had heard she was widowed. But he was busy with life, with moving on. So was she, he’d assumed. And now she was sick.

From “Carpe Diem,” which was published in The Journal of Microliterature not too long ago.

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