Back – Six Sentence Stories

There was a distinct pain, one that tells of bad feelings long held.  I arched my back as if that could reduce, relieve the obvious knife plunged deep.  Such a kind friendly hand to deal such a blow.  

I fade to black in the longest instant in memory.  The approaching floor scares me back into the past when things were different. Back when things were simple to me, at least.

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