Mental Escape as Published in the Isolation Anthology

Warning: Reader Discretion Advised

The story that follows is intense and not for all readers.

I submitted this short story to a Halloween anthology called Isolation. It is a horror anthology, and this is essentially a prisoner of war story. I intentionally don't give any details about the main character, but show the world through their eyes. I added the images for the blog post. They are not in the anthology, but the words are unchanged.

I also intentionally made it so that you'd have to click the link to read it. It's up to you.

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You Left Me

You cried out in the middle of the night. I answered your pleas and helped to the best of my ability.
A few days later, you beg for help once again. I come to your aid and held your hand a second time.
The third time you reached out for help, I reached out and wanted to help, but you ignored me.

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The Apple Flash Fiction

The apple sat alone in the basket, all his friends were gone.

The peach had been soft and nice to lean against.

The apricots were small and fun to hang with.

The other apples had been bigger than him and disappeared quickly.

They had been taken ages ago. The bananas vanished each morning with the sunrise.

Now he sat alone waiting, just waiting for others to arrive or to be selected for a lunch box or a snack.

As the kitchen light dimmed he sat alone just waiting.

Copyright © 2020 Ann Bell Feinstein

The Box (Flash Fiction)

It starts out as a flat piece of cardboard, I add some tape to make it hold its shape.

Sometimes I'll decorate the inside as if it were an extra hug.

I then pick out the items to fill the void. Each item is special and filled with love and joy. I place them in the box with care. I make sure the box is full with no room to spare. Once I think its full I close it and give it a shake. Then comes the smaller things. Each is like a hug, I want to show you my love how much I care.

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