I couldn't tell her. Didn't want to tell her. And now I haven't told her for so long I don't know how to tell her. She thinks I've taken up a new hobby, boules, with my old work colleague Tom. I should really tell Tom in case she ever sees him or his wife out and about and mentions it in passing. It was for her benefit, the not-telling. I didn't want her to see me any differently. I wanted to remain the husband I'd always been. To stay true to us and what we'd always been. But now, now I'm a liar. A liar with stage four cancer the doctors tell me they can't fix.
©2013 Laura Besley
Flash Fiction Diary
This piece was inspired by the book I'm currently reading, if nobody speaks of remarkable things by jon mcgregor.
I've decided to take part in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) again this year. The aim is to write 50,000 words towards a novel, or in my case towards a collection of short stories, within the month of November.
We're exactly a week in and so far I've clocked up 11,121 words. I'm really happy with that result. I'm hoping to get a lot done today and tomorrow and be well on my way to the 20,000 mark by the end of the weekend. Fingers crossed and I'll keep you posted!
