flash fiction

i sit alone on my bed. or so i think i’m alone until i hear a faint “hello Claire” i turn my head slightly. “oh its you” i reply casually “i didn’t think you were going to visit me today” i say as i go back to looking at the blank space on the wall. wondering what to put there to fill the emptiness. “why wouldn’t i visit you today. i do every other day don’t i?” my friend asked me. “well. yeah. i guess you do.” i look away from the wall and down at my hands. ever so neatly folded on my lap. “my dear Claire,” i didn’t look up “what ever could you be thinking about that has you so down?” i look up but only momentarily. just long enough to see that she had her hair straightened today instead of the usual curls. “i. i just don’t get it.” i stammered to say. “don’t get what my love?” she said so sweetly. so…innocently. “how come i don’t have any friends? why am i all alone?” i say choking back the tears. “but my darling, i thought i was your friend.” i could tell by the tone of her voice it wasn’t a question so i didn’t say another word. getting up off my bed i walk over and sit down at my desk. “may i inquire what you are doing now my sweet?” i let a tear roll down my cheek. “its the same thing every time you visit. i’m not going to answer that.” as another tear rolls down i open a drawer beside me. its shiny silver complexion cold to the touch. she just watches me. saying nothing. with a stroke of my special paint brush i color the canvas in a bright red. still all my friend does is watch. just like every other time in the past. just like every time in the future. the tears stop. i become numb. unable to feel any emotion as i continue painting. one final brush stroke. one final breath.