A Word of FixedA Story by TheCurtinFalsIn47hrsJust a short storyA Word Of Fixed A word to say, to describe how I feel is nonexistent. It somehow refuses to come about. Now here I lay in the middle of a snow covered road. In an abandoned land. Nothing is here, nowhere to be seen. All is white sky. My brain won’t process how alone I’ve become. How distant I am, how selfish I’ve been. I can’t fix the broken, I can’t. “Are you lost?” A soft voice passes my ears. I can’t see, I refuse. “Are you lost?” Once again. A little girl’s attempt to help a lost soul. “No. I am not lost, just a little broken.” To her reply, quite a clever one. “I can fix you?” She mutters. “You can’t fix the unfixable.” “Not with that attitude.” My mind is amazed. I see the innocent in her still eyes. “Is that so? Well, my way of things seem a little off.” As I say my last words, she reaches for my hand and struggles to pull me up. I decide to give in and push myself up. To my surprise she’s still holding my hand. “You got a hole in your chest.” She puts her left hand and her chest. “I know.” © 2015 TheCurtinFalsIn47hrsAuthor's Note
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