It is dark and windy outside. I am lying in my bed, slowly and painfully dying from hunger. My frail body is getting lighter every second, my mind is blurry and my emaciated limbs are trembling from desperation. I wish I were able to kill myself to stop this agony but I do not have strength anymore. It is five minutes to midnight: if only I could last a little bit longer…
I close my weary eyes and descend into the abyss.
The cuckoo clock strikes twelve. Tomorrow has finally arrived. Life is beautiful again.
My diet is officially over.
Olga Klezovitch almost 8 years ago
From "When It Dribbles, It Drabbles" Kindle book
Julie almost 8 years ago
Great drabble. Loved the ending.
Sara Light-Waller over 7 years ago
I think I've lived this one! lol Well done!
Olga Klezovitch over 7 years ago
Sara, I am happy that you survived "your" diet because my story ending can be interpreted both ways...
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Such a neat, complete piece. A joyous smile of an ending. Thanks.