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Flash Fiction: Consequence

“All right, you know what? I’m leaving.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m sick of this. Of ALL of this. I can’t take it anymore.”

“But, you can’t leave.”

“Why can’t I?”

“Because...I dunno, because you’re not supposed to leave. You need to be here with me.”

“Really? And why is that? What makes you think I’m not supposed to leave?”

“You’ve been here with me since as far as I can remember!”

“That’s not a good enough reason.”

“No?”

“No. You could say that I’ve never...known any better, and so I just resorted to sticking around, seeing how things go.”

“And now?”

“Well, now I can see that this is not the best use of my time, and so I’ve decided to move on.”

“So, it’s like that then?”

“Oh, please. Don’t give me that wounded dog tone. It’s not like you ever paid attention to me in the first place.”

“What?”

“Oh, yeah. When was the last time you thought of me? Talked to me? Even looked at me! Think about it. It’s like you don’t even know I’m there.”

“But, I do know. I just...”

“You just took me for granted, simply because I’ve been here for so long. Well, guess what? I’m done with that.”

“Wait, let me just...”

“Sorry, I’ve wasted quite a few years waiting. No more. Goodbye.”

---
And that was how I was the first man to ever lose his shadow.

However, I would hardly be the last..

Comments

  1. ShereenJune 3, 2012 at 6:24 AM

    It sounded like a breakup conversation at first, then I read the last 2 lines. :D
    Very intriguing I have to say.

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    1. MazloumJune 3, 2012 at 6:25 AM

      Thank you! Yeah, I was going for that bit of misdirection. :)

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