The Worlds Shortest Story


I woke up one morning and she was gone. I figured she went for a run or to the gym, maybe breakfast with her mother or wherever the hell she goes every morning. I went down stairs read the paper, and drank some coffee. I road to work with the windows down, playing songs that made me feel nineteen again. Work was the same as usual, two meetings and a peaceful two hour lunch break, with nothing but me, the window, and the wonderful view of my new receptionist. I think she said her name was Shirley or Candy… No Tammy. Her name is Tammy. After work I met the guys for happy hour, were we laughed off the stress of the day. I left the bar, buzzed not drunk, but walking the edge. I was in that beautiful in between zone where I knew there was no way I would be pulled over, but to gone to really care if I did. I got home at eight thirty, the same time I had gotten home for the last twelve years. I pulled into my drive way, the spot next to me empty, weird I thought but not unheard of. She probably had to get her car worked on, pile of crap not only a year old and has been in the shop more times than my parents 1994 Buick. I walked into a dark house, and figured she was asleep. I popped open a beer watched the news, and then around ten climbed the stairs to bed. I turned on our bedroom light, and there was nothing. The bed laid unmade the pillows in the same exact spot I left them in the morning. Suddenly the whole house felt empty and dark. I quickly made my way around turning on every light until the whole house glowed. I picked up my phone dialing her number knowing I wouldn’t get a response. It rang once before going to voice mail. I did the final thing I could think of, I swung open her closet door, and there it sat exactly like I knew it would. Completely empty, not a hanger or shoe left behind. I stepped inside pressing my hands flat against the walls, that’s when I felt it. Written on a little yellow pad was a note. She was always writing on these, telling me to she went to pick up milk, or gone to the book store. She always told me where she went, and when shed be back, and I guess this note wasn’t much different. “Jerry, I ask myself why I was doing this. And even I couldn’t give myself a good excuse to stay.” I woke up in the morning and she was gone. I didn’t know if she was running, or at the gym. Maybe she was at breakfast with her mother. I had no I idea where the hell she was that morning for all I knew she was in Paris smiling back at the Mona Lisa, or hiking down the Grand Canyon, maybe she was in a hot air balloon overlooking some vineyard. All of those things are things she said she always wanted to do. I got dressed poured myself some coffee while my eyes scanned the paper, and my brain ventured to parts unknown. I road to work in silence. The windows blocking out fresh air, as well as the outside world. Work was the same as usual, two meetings, and a two hour lunch break. I couldn’t look at Tammy. After work I met the guys for drinks, laughed on cue, and left with the same feeling I always have at this time of night, except now instead of feeling beautiful it felt heavy and sour. I pulled in next to an empty spot, wishing there was an irritating explanation for why it was not there. The house was dark. I walked into the living room turning on the T.V. It was still quiet. It took me almost twenty four hours to realize my wife had left me. The next day I spent twenty four hours missing, someone I hardly knew anymore. And tomorrow I will spend twenty four hours trying to get her back.


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epigramman 5 years ago

...great writing my friend - ironic that I just posted a new one with a Hitchcock theme and here is a delicious piece tangled up in a web of suspense and intrigue - you kept me in suspense right until the very end - always a trademark of any great writer and yes I will proudly post the world's shortest and greatest short story to my Facebook page with a direct link back here

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Sarah Writes 5 years ago from California Author

Hello epigramman, Thank you very much for taking the time to read it always means so much to me when you do. I'm so glad you liked it, I’m trying to venture more into stories now, but it really is parts unknown for me! Also thank you so much for putting a link on your Facebook, hopefully more people will stop by. Thanks again and take care :)


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

January 11, 2012, 2:48 p.m.,cst

Hello,Sarah,

GREAT read! Amazing presentation. Informative and very helpful. Voted up and away for I love your writing style and I am now honored to FOLLOW you.

Other words I want to use in describing your writing are: Amazing; Superb; Marvelous; Spell-binding, and Very-Captivating.

Please keep up the great work and I Invite YOU to check out my hubs, that is if you need a good laugh.

And I would love for you to be a follower. That would make my day. Highest Regards,

Kenneth Avery,

from Hamilton, a small (but proud) town in northwest Alabama that reminds you of Mayberry, that sweet town we loved on

The Andy Griffith Show. Much Peace and Success to you!


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Sarah Writes 4 years ago from California Author

Hello Kenneth, Thank you so much for such a wonderful comment. I haven’t had much confidence to do anything longer than a poem so it’s a great feeling to get some great feedback! P.S. on my way over to look at your hubs, take care!


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

Hello, Sarah,

how are you today? Im in the dark. Weather is gloomy, overcast where I live in northwest Alabama--and the weatherpersons are even giving snow flurries. Can you believe it? You are welcome. I tell the truth or nothing at all about YOUR work or others. And I am looking forward to having YOU as a follower.

Sincerely . . .your friend, Kenneth


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Sarah Writes 4 years ago from California Author

Hello Kenneth, first cold day for us in a very long time, it’s been in the eighties all winter but I guess that’s why so many people want to live in southern California it’s like one solid season all year round, so days like today are a real treat :) And thank you for following me; it’s great to know that I can count on an honest opinion. That’s why I decided to join hub pages, I wanted to hear the truth about my stuff the good and bad. I look forward to following you as well, and am excited to read more of your interesting hubs! Take care - Sarah


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Cammiebar 4 years ago from Upstate New York

Sarah,

This was a wonderful read and the ending wasn't a disappointment at all (which I personally feel is the most important to a story the holds the reader's interest. It really reminds me of my very short story that I wrote, but not as well-written.

I will definitely be following your hubs and I hope to see more of your work.

Have a good one!


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Sarah Writes 4 years ago from California Author

Hey cammiebar, thanks for reading, Im so happy that you liked it! I also will be following your hubs, and look forward to reading more of your stuff :)

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