“Have you considered your options?”
He speaks as if I’m changing careers, or switching insurance providers, not choosing to end my own life.
But then, I guess it’s a therapist’s job to remain calm. And he has been patient, followed me all the way to Japan, to Aokigahara, where the hopeless living disappear to join the forest’s ghosts . . .
Look! There’s the back of one’s head, though her body is turned to me.
I tighten the noose around my neck. It’s so quiet, I can hear Dr. Bowman swallow.
I hesitate to jump right away, but a sudden gust of wind blows the figure’s hair forward, snatches the chair from under me, and the rope squeezes the scream from my throat when I see she has no face.
I tried, I really tried to squeeze all of this into one minute. Alas, my fingers don’t move that fast. But the story just wasn’t complete without a part two, so today I’m giving you two stories written in two minutes. Feel free to bend the rules this week for the sake of some scary good micro-fiction!