That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

—-MASH Theme Song

I have been feeling in a deep hopeless rut lately, and I’m sure a lot of you have too. After writing another Sunday Snippet I decided to set an ambitious goal for myself. I’ll write a short piece of fiction every day and put it up here. Obviously, quality will vary – you get what you get. Length too – I’ll have to write something short on busy days. They will be raw first drafts and full of errors.

I’m not sure how long I can keep it up… I do write quickly, but coming up with an idea every day will be a difficult challenge. So far so good. Maybe a hundred in a row might be a good, achievable, and tough goal.

Here’s another one for today (#30). What do you think? Any comments, criticism, insults, ideas, prompts, abuse … anything is welcome. Feel free to comment or contact me.

Thanks for reading.

Scars

He saw the scars on her arms.

“Those cuts aren’t very deep,” he said.

“I know. This wasn’t a suicide attempt – I don’t want to die.”

“Yeah, a lot of suicide attempts are just to gain attention.”

“Nope, that wasn’t it. Once you get to know me better you’ll learn I don’t give a rat’s ass about stuff like that.”

“Really?”

“Really. I don’t care what other people think. I don’t care what you think.”

“Then why?”

“For one thing… for the pain. But most of all… I just wanted the scars.”