I was going through some of my old work. This is one of the first flashes I ever wrote, back in 2008. I had forgotten it, but finding it again makes me smile. It is only six sentences long.
I said why are you so solemn all of the time? You really need to give it up. He said I’m thinking about when my heart stops beating; it’s only a matter of time. Will you wear flowers in your hair? Will you take one out and toss it onto my casket? I was thinking about how beautiful you would look in your tragedy, how stunning in your black eyed desolation, without me.